Midnight Road Novels & Stories

Midnight tried to change the topic before Ryder would insult Kim more. "To check the camera recordings for your face." What the fuck!!!!! She can do that? Is she allowed to do that? Ryder noticed Midnight panicking again and tapped his shoulder to ensure him. "Don't worry, the camera doesn't work. Luckily, you showed up and offered yourself to me on a silver plate. Isn't that amazing?" "..." Either she's too lucky or my luck has run out. "You should work as a private investigator." Midnight said feeling as if he had escaped exposure once again. In the span of five minutes, his fragile heart had dealt with too many strong emotions and felt too tired.

The sound coming from a horror film behind me battered when the thunder strike with the high volume that even the next building can be disturb. "Go to bed now," I commanded and closed the Tv. "Party pooper, the best scene was yet to come!" "I'm not sleepy!" And they started complaints, but in the end, they still follow me and eventually go to their room. I left a note besides Nate to take care of everything while I'm at work. I choosed to walked instead to use my scooter this time, the nighttime in the city is beautiful opposite from the morning, morning is a curse. I hid my hand inside the pocket of my hoodie and starts distracting myself.

Adora helplessly argued. "Is that so? Then she is welcome to do her worst!" Further attempts to convince Edwardo to release the siren were futile. The man was too blinded by greed to see the impending doom. And it came. The quiet waters of the golden seas suddenly became turbulent as several groups of sirens in their hundreds swam towards the surface. At exactly midnight, the scaly-tailed creatures crawled out of the water, shifting immediately to dazzling beauties. They ventured into the city and the once quiet night was disturbed with screams and cries of agony.

The carriage gave a lurch forward as the black stallions started their trek toward the dreary castle once more. It snowed on the way the trees dusted with fresh white powder and the mountains gleamed in the sun. The cold air did not bother me instead it rejuvenated my energy and I felt at home. This landscape was my home. The castle was not my home however. It’s obsidian walls and towers were a dark reminder that this was not meant to be. This land was not supposed to be so empty and dark. The carriage creaked as it rolled onto the only bridge that crossed The Divide leading to the castles main gates. I shuddered whatever had made that scaring crevice was not natural. Emma hid her head in my

They had been on the road for nearly nine hours, Camden's anxiety growing with each passing mile. As they neared their destination, fatigue tugged at their weary bodies, but the anticipation of their arrival kept them going. The headlights of the Mustang illuminated the road ahead, cutting through the darkness of the night. The moon, casting its ethereal glow over them, offered a sense of guidance and reassurance. Finally, they reached their destination. Clayton pulled the Mustang into the car rental agency, the engine humming softly as he parked the vehicle. He gathered their belongings and then headed to the front desk to return the key to the agent on duty.

Alia sat motionless, poised like a predator in the dark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Under the cover of night, Marcellus, Elias, and Mark bounced along a winding dirt road in a rugged SUV. Dense woods flanked the path, the fractured moonlight breaking through the branches to cast jagged patterns on the muddy ground. The car’s headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the narrow, treacherous route ahead.

Whatever it took, Amanda was determined to come out on top. The truck driver parked his vehicle along St. Louise Road, an isolated stretch that saw little traffic, especially at this hour. He adjusted his rearview mirror, keeping an eye out for Rachel’s car. The night was quiet, and he could hear the distant hum of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze.

Nora P.O.V The midnight moon beat down relentlessly on the docks, casting sharp shadows across the rusting cargo containers and the cold, grey water of the harbor. The salty tang of the sea mixed with the faint, lingering scent of fish and diesel, creating an atmosphere that was both oppressive and charged with tension. I sat in the driver’s seat of the unmarked car, fingers tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel as my eyes scanned the area, taking in every movement, every suspicious figure lingering near the shipping crates. The steady ticking of the clock on the dashboard only seemed to stretch out the uncertainty of what was about to unfold, each second a reminder that we were te

All I can hear is a ticking clock, but I don’t know where it is coming from. “Midnight is coming,” a voice whispers. “Run while you can.” She asks if I can hear that, but I’m not sure what to tell her. “I can, but where is it coming from? We are on a bridge in the middle of the woods.” Valeria holds me tighter. “Kendric, we have to find out what midnight means. There’s something behind it.” I wake with a jolt, unsure of what in the world just happened. Valeria stirs by my side, her eyes wide with panic. “Kendric, were you dreaming again? You mumbled something about midnight and were shouting my name at one point. What was it?”

The heavy blast doors of the garage ground open, letting in a swirl of blinding white snow. Ashren punched the accelerator, and we shot out into the dark. … The Ghost Road wasn't on any official map. It was an old smuggler's route that bypassed the main highways, cutting through the jagged, frozen ravines of the deep tundra. For the first six hours, the silence in the rover's cabin was absolute, save for the hum of the engine and the howling wind outside. I sat in the passenger seat, my arms wrapped tightly around myself. The rover’s heater was blasting at maximum capacity, making Valen sweat in the backseat. But my breath was still pluming in the air like white smoke.