Midnight Tmnt Novels & Stories

Every call ended with the same cold automated message: "The number you have dialed is powered off." Rather than searching with Marcel, Delilah returned home alone. Every corner of the house was filled with traces of Cedric. Model cars lined the shelves, watches sat neatly arranged across his desk, and plush toys rested obediently on the floor. "When I'm not home, let these little guys keep you company. Then you won't be afraid of the dark." His playful voice seemed to linger in her ears, as though he had never left. An overwhelming wave of guilt crashed over her.

The chance to breathe again. Later that evening, after helping tuck the twins into bed and listening to Leo’s dramatic retelling of his dinosaur adventures, I finally retreated to my small but comfortable room. I changed into my pajamas and sat on the edge of the bed, replaying the events of my first day at Blackwood Enterprises.

"Seven tomorrow morning." Dom looked at the clock. 4:17 PM. "Fourteen hours and forty-three minutes," he said. "Yes." He was quiet for a moment — running it, the same calculation she'd watched him run all day, the board he never stopped turning. Then he looked at Ash. "Move the drop window. I want everything staged and ready by eleven. We release at midnight." "That's six hours to finalize the package," Ash said. "Then we work fast," Dom said.

“When you’re in wolf form, your senses go insane. Smell, sound, movement. Everything is clearer than it already is.” “And the animal?” “You’ll know the right one.” his lips tilts at the corner, as he looked at me. That doesn’t sound reassuring either. “You need to bring something back before the moon disappears,” he continued. “Before dawn. That’s the rule.” I glance up at the bright moon hanging above us. “And if I don’t?” “You’ll shift back empty-handed.” he said, with a light shrug. “That sounds bad.” “It’s embarrassing,” he said. I exhale slowly.

Beside him, Liam shifted nervously, his young face pale under the violet sky that hinted at the power about to be unleashed. Adrian waited across from him, regal even in the moment of impending doom. His usually immaculate posture was tense, a subtle tremor running through his fingers, betraying the storm of fear and disbelief beneath his polished exterior. The "Soul-Bond"—an invisible, sacred tether linking them—throbbed between them, a pulsating thread of energy that glimmered like molten silver in the air. Every eye in the clearing was fixed on it, sensing the history and intimacy it represented, yet none dared speak. Samuel drew a deep breath. "This ends tonight," he declared, his voice

(Kate’s pov) I’m running late getting back from training. I’m currently drying my hair when Trent links me letting me know that Red Moon pack is here. Suddenly Midnight sits up in my mine. M: Go downstairs. K: why what’s wrong? M: I don’t know hurry.

Midnight got ready as he said that. Nile and Claire looked at each other and understood what must be done. “Lo-looks like we had to improvise a bit this time. It is now a match between Midnight and Matthew Dragunov!” “R-right! This may be out of the blue, but let’s follow the flow, yeah? Count them down Nile!” “Eh! Me?” “Do it!” “O-okay! F-fighters! Ready!” “Entertain me, Dragunov.” Midnight said.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

Taylor couldn't help but wonder if there was a sinister plot lurking beneath the surface. Determined to uncover the truth, Taylor decided to tail Jack discreetly. Following him through the camp's dark woods, Taylor stumbled upon a secluded clearing. There, Jack was deep in conversation with Mr. Brown, discussing something that sounded like a secret plan. Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath their feet, and the night sky filled with ominous clouds. The peaceful camp transformed into chaos as a bizarre, otherworldly creature emerged from the woods, drawn by an ancient incantation. It became suspicious for Taylor that Camp Rainier held secrets beyond their wildest imaginations. They all quickl