Midnight Road Novels & Stories

I hear his footsteps heading down the hall and the front door creak open and then shut. Why is he going outside? Where could be be going it’s the middle of the night. I jump out of bed quickly, grabbing a sweater and my shoes. I follow him outside into the darkness of the night. The air is oddly still. I’ve lost him in the trees. I am not sure how, but I can sense which direction he went. Trusting my instincts, I followed him into the night. After a few minutes of walking, I am back at the clearing with the stone table. I see Liam sitting on the table next to the red wolf.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 The mountain air turned into a physical blade as the clock struck midnight. The light in the valley shifted from the dull grey of twilight to a stark blackness and was cut only by the green and copper luminescence spilling from the valve house windows. The subterranean roar of the water changed its pitch entirely; it grew louder and heavier; a deep, vibrating bass note that traveled straight through the soles of Lucian’s ruined Italian leather shoes, up to his shivering legs and into the marrow of his bones.

So I was ready to unfold the secrets of my past and with my Ella by my side, I was pretty positive that I could do it so I carefully placed my right hand on my steering wheel and turned on this lovely car and off we were on the road. It was 3 in the morning, And the sky was pitch black outside the windows of my car and the only light I could see was the yellow light running ahead of us coming straight from the headlight of my car and since we were invisible it was pretty evident that anyone else who might be somewhere around on that route couldn't see those yellow lights it was only for us Andy we were the ones who could see it. It was weird how there was no street light for miles and there

“—Sir?” “Midnight.” Said He. “What?” Rio asked. “Call me Midnight, instead of Sir.” He responded. “Midnight.” Rio repeated the name. Midnight. It rolled perfectly on her tongue. It reminds her of the witching hour she prowls just so she could get everything done. Times spent on El Casa, a secrecy she kept, yet in denial and openly in question, when could she end it. To be freed from the chains. To travel countries, and not to remain on this secluded area, wherein she’s still treated differently. The life she didn’t sough after, but became her salvation.

And I walk to the door but before I open it I dim the light to set the mood more sensually. "Password?" I ask, sticking out only one side of my face. Midnight has wet hair and looks excited as she answers, "Vendetta," "Come in, Miss. Welcome to your love nest." Midnight enters looking almost as uncomfortable as Baxter, but almost as excited as I am. A strange mix. I close the door and clear my throat as she walks over to the board and admires my work. "This is..." she tries to hide it but I can see she doesn't quite understand what's in front of her eyes, "Nice."

She got up in a rush from their king-size bed and looked at the time. The time was 1: 00 am. “Today is the 2nd day of July 2019. Game on, Brother. Game on, F-ing Moon goddess!.” “Why are you speaking to yourself, my beautiful vixen?”. Salvatore inquired, yawning and putting his curling midnight hair in place. Velda stood by their large window staring outside at the full moon, she felt the moon mocking her. A single tear fell from her eyes. Salvatore rushed over to her, hugging her from behind. He kissed her red hair, adjusted her luscious hair from the nape of her neck, breathed on it, and gave her light kisses on the neck to the collar bone.

They hop in and after a little instructions from Jenna, they went on their way. She dropped her exactly on the sidewalk near her house. She could see her house, the lights were all off, a sign that nobody's home yet. Maybe Klarisse and Kendra had eaten away as she looked at the garage and the car was not parked there. It was past 11 o'clock. She bids goodbye to Jenna, wishing her a good night's rest. She waited until the car got lost in her vision as it went on the curb. She inhaled the fresh cold evening air and appreciated the lush crown of the acacia tree where she stood. She sighed, contemplating the incidents that happened to her this day. It was a day indeed. Finally, she went towards

She entered the streets and headed for her house. There were not many cars on the road at this time of night. When she checked the time, it was almost midnight. Her eyes glued to the road, she made a one-way turn. This road is frequently referred to as desolate for good reason. Due to the high number of fatalities on this road, it is not frequently used. She was unaware that it was also rumored to be cursed. She continued to drive, hoping to arrive home soon, when all of a sudden, she noticed red eyes in the darkness out in the distance, and her car veered off the road and hit a nearby rock.

The reality of how close he had come to death was more real than it ever had been, but at this moment, he was focused on the sound of their heartbeats. The tangible proof that life went on. He had made it out, and now he wanted to be here, present for them, for us. "I'm so glad you're here," I said softly, resting my hand on his. "And they are, too." "The asshole told me that he would see us on the bayou at midnight," he managed to say, his voice hoarse, each word an evident struggle. Midnight on the bayou. I knew what that meant, having lived on the bayou my entire life. It was a direct challenge, a threat that promised more violence and possibly worse.

Midnight. Sarah read it over his shoulder. “She’s taunting us.” “She’s inviting us to the final move,” Damon said. “She thinks she holds the upper hand.” Sarah stood straighter, brushing hair from Alex’s face. “Then let’s prove her wrong.” At midnight, Damon and Sarah stood on the rooftop of an abandoned publishing house in Red Hook. The air was sharp with salt from the harbor, and the full moon cast eerie shadows on the crumbling brick. Katrina was waiting.