Midnight Poppy Land Novels & Stories

Elektra hugged Avyanna fiercely and sobbed into her hair. “ That was a terrible one”. “Elektra, I'm fine. Those demons will never mess with me again. They have tasted a few of my flames and I don't think coming back will be in their dictionary.” Time flew, and it was already 7. p.m. The girls began to do their make-up. Avyanna decided that tonight Midnight would shimmer like stars in the sky. She applied delicately mild makeup on her face. Avyanna decorated her eyelids with silver and glossed up her lips. It gave her an angelic look. Her gray eyes stood out and plump pink lips bubbled and shimmered.

"Isa I know you, little is two bottles" "Awwww Darling you know me too much, should I kill you now?" "You know if you do that you will not have me anymore, you would be always lonely and no mojito parties anymore" "Such a killjoy, ok I promise little drinks only tonight since the day after tomorrow will be your rest day, a party and shopping for you!" "You know I can't do the shopping I am already cut short for mama's expenses, I need to pass shopping except for partying"

A feeling of dread came over him when he remembered the last time he tried sneaking out. Was it worth it? To the best of his knowledge, Xander wouldn't bat an eyelash if he was caught. Dante held the file tightly and returned to the barn. Then he heard it. "No… no…no, please. This cannot be happening to me now…." He muttered, pleadingly, but the strange melody began to get louder. Dante didn't even realize when he dropped the file, all he wanted to do was shut the strange song out of his head.

The first Moon-born noticed immediately. “You’re becoming like us already.” Lira’s chest tightened painfully. “I don’t want to lose myself.” The woman’s expression softened. “That’s the cruelest part.” “What?” “You don’t lose yourself all at once.” Silence. “It happens piece by piece.” The wind across the battlefield suddenly changed. Colder. Sharper. The first Moon-born looked toward the crimson moon immediately. Her expression darkened. “Midnight.” The High Enforcer’s face tightened. “What happens at midnight?”

The moon hung low over the turquoise ocean, casting a silvery glow across the private balcony of Damian’s villa. The warm tropical night air carried the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore and the faint rustle of palm leaves in the breeze. But inside the luxurious suite, the only sounds that mattered were Elena’s broken moans and the wet slap of skin against skin.

He murmured, his voice a seductive rumble that seemed to vibrate in my very core. His hand lingered near my cheek for a few seconds, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin, sending a rush of warmth down my spine. I felt as if the world had stopped, every sense heightened, every nerve ending alive with electricity. The tension was palpable, and I could feel my body weakening, a forbidden thrill coursing through my veins. I noticed his eyes darkened, his expression became unreadable. "Good night, Lilly." He said finally, his voice a low, husky whisper. “I'll see you in the morning.”

I said quietly. Everyone stopped and turned to look at me. “What?” Xavier’s hand found mine again. I pointed toward the window, the forest beyond. Where the trees were swaying. And it wasn’t just from the wind. “How many are thry?” Falcon had her phone out. Already calling for backup. My father’s voice was barely a whisper. “All of them.” The lights went out completely. And in the darkness, I heard a voice, multiple voices speaking as one. “Little moon child. We’ve been searching for you.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

One broken. Inside was a single card. Midnight — Tower Spire 32. That was all. She stared at the note. Then reached for her lighter. The paper caught flame immediately—but the wax seal refused to melt. It hissed instead, searing into her palm before falling to the floor, unburned. She watched it. Then, low and dangerous, she whispered: “Then come and take me.” ⟅━━━━━⟆ ⚜ ⟅━━━━━⟆

I whispered. We stopped at a red light. My gaze caught on a billboard the size of a building. It shimmered, transitioned—and suddenly, the word blazed across the screen in white fire: LUNARIS. A high-end nightclub. The most elite. The kind only the rich, powerful, and probably criminal could enter. Even back downtown, Lunaris was a fantasy, the kind of place people dreamed of making enough money just to glimpse. The ad shifted. And then his face appeared.