Midnight Poppy Land Novels & Stories

Something about a bridge being nearby is the only thing I can remember. Suddenly, the world swirls and I’m standing on that bridge with Kendric. “I fell off the cliff and then ended up here. This was our third life, for sure.” Kendric looks over at me with a confused expression. “Are you seeing this too?” A ticking clock sounds from somewhere nearby and I look around to see where it’s coming from. “Do you hear that?” A voice comes out of nowhere from somewhere above us. “Midnight is coming. Run while you can.”

She was ready to strike, as she faced the door, if anyone were to come in, she'd just— CLICK. The light flicked on. Poppy blinked hard against the sudden brightness. She was the only one in here... so what could have possibly turned on the lights. A ghost? A werewolf? A vampire? A demon? She fought the urge to screamed, so she bit down on her lip instead and slowly turned around. But her stomach dropped when she saw the figure across the room. A man. Naked.

Her words were a beacon, guiding me toward accepting my strength and the role I was about to step into. Under the luminous glow of the full moon, my transformation began, a spectacle of nature's profound magic that Cassy witnessed for the first time. The moonlight cascaded down, its silver beams wrapping around me like a cocoon, enhancing the power and intensity of the shift. This night, marked by the ceremony, was not just another evening but a pivotal moment, and the Moon Goddess seemed to take a keen interest in my transition.

I'd like you to deliver them this morning. "Okay, has it been packaged?" "Yes, it's on the stool inside." Madam Rosie handed Kate a coin when she returned with the bag containing the linen. "Be quick before you miss the local carriage, and please be careful over there, I heard the night creatures are killing again". She said the last sentence quietly because she didn't want anyone to overhear her discussing it. "I will, Madam Rosie." Kate hung the bag over her shoulders as she said her goodbyes to Madam Rosie.

Amy As the sun filtered through the towering trees, the campsite came to life with a sense of quiet anticipation. A gentle mist rose from the nearby lake, creating an ethereal veil that softened the edges of the camp. The aroma of roasted pork through the crisp morning air, mingled with the earthy scent of the forest. Tents, like sentinels of adventure, stood in neat rows, their nylon sides shimmering with dewdrops. Birds, perched on branches above, sang a harmonious chorus, welcoming the new day with cheerful melodies.

She opens up the book and this time there are words written on it. This is the day they meet again, the stars were out and moon is shinning brightly. His heart is dwindling on the wicked fire as he once set foot to save his Princess. Memories are ajar and her heart is in scatter. A flower blooms tonight as one of the fragments reappears

“Where the fuck is the heirloom–” “Take my mate and leave–” Poppy is trying to get out of the bed now, her expression twisted with pain and fear as the storm picks up speed, rattling the castle. The power flickers, then everything goes dark, just as Maddox and Antony start throwing punches again.

Tonight, was the night. Alpha Hardin ran through the streets looking for the fight. He was able to end the lives of five scattered wolves before encountering the heart of the battle. All around him his town was in flames and the lives of his pack, his family were taken away. No matter how hard each and every wolf fought, they all went down. The only members of the Midnight pack that were spared that night were the young children who were offered a chance to join the Blood Moon pack. Only ten of the twenty children accepted, the rest met the same fate as their parents.

Slightly damp at the ends. “Okay,” I said softly. “Time for bed.” “No.” “Your voice says yes.” Poppy shook her head without any real force behind it. “I still have twelve minutes.” “You can’t even keep one eye open right now.” “I can.” Her left eyelid dropped halfway shut immediately. Adrian laughed quietly. “Go to bed, sweetheart. We’ll call again tomorrow.” “If I go to sleep now,” Poppy mumbled, her words already starting to melt together, “does my castle come tomorrow?”

Poppie went through so many withdrawal symptoms I didn’t know if she would make it - she was going through itbad. She had tremors, convulsions and even hallucinations. She looked like she was dying right in front of me. Shespaced outat times that I had to check on her to see if she was still breathing. I cried for her because she was in so much pain and discomfort, I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t take it away and I felt horrible. It had gotten so bad, that I found myself praying to God that she would wake up the next day feeling just a little bit better. Seven days went by and Poppie emerged from the bedroom one night as I was watching tv.