Midnight Tmnt Novels & Stories

Midnight, however, refuses to vanish them back to the yurt and have done with it. “Let’s just go closer,” Jesse mutters. “No!” Midnight hisses. “We must stay unseen. Darkness doesn’t want anyone to know about me. I’m his super spy.” The last bit is preening. “Then just call him up and tell him what you’ve found,” Jesse sighs. “Or, better yet, never talk to him again and zip us back to Moon Valley.” “You’re being a brat, Jesse,” Midnight snaps. “You begged to come along and now you won’t even let me do my job.”

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“What about you? Don't you need to hide yourself too? She laughed. “If you could smell yourself, you would understand why I'm giving that to you. It's like nothing I've smelt before. You're the flame and you can believe me when I say you attract a lot of moths. And unfortunately, a lot of bats too.” I eventually took the necklace and placed it around my neck, hopefully, it'll protect me just like she said it would. “Come see me tomorrow, we have some things to talk about. But come at night. For no reason, should you leave your room before 4pm. And if you're not here by 8pm, don't bother coming.” Very specific instructions but okay, I guess. “Magma, you said I attract bats. Don't bats hate li

“Who knows what will happen at midnight?” I can’t stop smiling at the picture until Liam pokes me in the side and points to a stage where Alpha and Luna Williams are standing. Everyone else takes notice and quiets down, giving them our full attention. “Hello Everyone, welcome to the Emerald Mountain Mating Gathering. With the kickoff of this event and with the blessings of the Moon Goddess, we are looking forward to the beginning of fruitful mating season.” Alpha Williams greets us with a warm smile. He and Luna Williams give us instructions on where to stand when dinner finishes and tell us all what to expect at midnight when the moon is at its peak.

The moon is bright in the sky, it will be full moon soon… along with my 21st birthday. It is such a beautiful night. The skies are clear, showcasing the bright milky way, and the brilliant moon. It is a perfect summer evening with a cool breeze blowing. As we enter the treeline, my entire body breaks out in goosebumps, my senses are heightened, and Morganite is on alert, fighting to shift… the air becoming even thicker. “O, he's back.” Xander says with a grin on his face. “Who?” ‘Timika, we need to shift …NOW!!’ Morganite claws in my mind, and my body begins to tremble…

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 room was dark except for the glow of three screens, their shifting light painting Leo’s face in hues of blue and green. Outside, the neighborhood had gone quiet — no traffic, no chatter, no footsteps in the hall. It was past midnight, but Leo thrived at these hours, when the world finally gave him silence.

We were ready. The ball would start when daylight faded and twilight emerged. I peered in the mirror my ice blue eyes were alert and ready for trouble my hair ribboned down my back resting at my waist. Tonight would be my last in the pack. Vivian was slipping on cleanly polished boots before double checking her silver moon necklace around her neck. Out of habit I played with my own matching necklace my fingers looping around the intricate chain. Matching. A gift from our mother. “Well let’s do the best job we can and then skedaddle.” Vivian joked running a brush through her hair once more.

I asked, looking over his shoulder curiously to get a better look at the watch. He turned, and without requesting my permission, put the watch around my wrist. “Moonmark,” he said. I raised a brow at him. “What's Moonmark?” “The watch,” he said. “It's called a Moonmark.” “Why?” “It only ticks under a full moon,” he explained. “And if your mate is close by, the hands freeze at midnight.” I admired the watch quietly. The leather strap had worn out, but the dial still looked brand new. It had a crack across the face, but that was all.