Midnight Tmnt Novels & Stories

Maya’s POV Midnight is rude. It removes logic. It removes fear. It removes clothing in your imagination before you can stop it. And unfortunately, my imagination has a favorite victim. My next door neighbor is tall, unfairly attractive, and has the kind of voice that could convince a nun to sin without even raising his tine My name is Maya Collins. I am nineteen. I am supposed to be focused on saving my family business, finishing university, and behaving like a responsible adult.

Dear Reader, Thank you for walking this long journey with me. For holding Lunessa’s hand in the darkness. For standing beside Azrik through the fire. For dreaming with me, until the very end. But is it really the end? Some stories are too powerful to end here. Shaelith and Seraphira still have their tale to tell. ‘Twins of Midnight’ is coming January 2026. Set in a new age, where the world has shifted but their powers remain, only haunted by the mistake of their father.

His raw Alpha power made every werewolf in the room uneasy, which only made them more curious about the earth-shattering secret the crystal held. But then, his tone shifted as he played the victim once more. "I finally understand. You were plotting this ambush all along. Does our ten-year mate bond mean nothing to you?" The Great Elder struck his staff with authority, his own Alpha-level dominance instantly silencing the hall. "Quiet! This is legitimate evidence provided by the Luna, and it shall be displayed publicly with the Moon Goddess as our witness." The pack's shaman activated the Truth Crystal. The magical images appeared clearly in the air.

He seems amused as our eyes lock together. “No, I don’t remember that at all. My dreams have never revealed such a thing.” I feel completely appalled to learn that in the past I was promised to someone else, but it still doesn’t explain the curse or what it has to do with midnight. Not yet. “Well,” Ramsey begins. “At the stroke of midnight is when you two mated. That is the only other hint I’m going to give you for now. Maybe you’ll have sweet dreams tonight and dream of who that man was. You can tell me all about it in the morning.”

I felt like ripping their throats out. I felt Eli’s hand find mine behind my back. I thought about Ridgeway. The freshmen who still got excited over cafeteria pizza. The girls on the cheer squad who painted their faces for every game. The little pups who shifted for the first time in the woods behind the arena. The woman stepped closer. She reached out and touched my cheek. “Choose, little weapon. Midnight tomorrow. The moon will be full. Perfect for bonding.” She turned and walked away. The other elders stood and left without another word.

“When the money arrives. Midnight.” “Then we have no time to lose.”

I should have left a note for Liam. My stomach feels like it’s in my throat. I’ve never been so scared. I feel a tingle in my hand and I look down just in time to see a crackle of light come out of my finger, I know that was real. I wonder if I can control it. I focus on my finger and picture the light shining through my skin. I feel a tingle and look down. My fingers and hand are beginning to light up the dark room around me. A hand grabs me by the hair and slams me in the ground hard.

Chapter One The notification goes live at 12:03 a.m. Most people don’t notice it right away. Midnight notifications are easy to ignore—another bored scroll, another face glowing in the dark. But for the ones who do click, the screen opens to something oddly quiet. No music. No filter. No bright smile. Just Lila Monroe, framed too close, her face pale in the bluish light of her phone. The familiar background of her bedroom looks different tonight—messier, shadows stretching too long across the walls. Her hair is pulled back like she’s been running her hands through it too many times.

Toronto, Canada – September 4, 2036, 7:12 a.m. Morning light came soft through the blinds—thin gold lines across the floor and the rumpled sheets. Chino woke first, eyes heavy from the night before. The telling had left him raw, like he’d peeled back skin he’d kept covered for years. But beside him, Liam still slept—breathing slow, one arm draped across Chino’s waist like he’d been holding on even in dreams.

Aaron, who had been quiet until then, shook his head and let out a low chuckle. “Nice lipstick, kitty.” I rolled my eyes, ignoring all of them. That’s when Midnight finally showed up. Perfect. Fucking perfect. The whole damn crew together. He came out of the house with a towel over his shoulders, drying his wet hair. His cold eyes swept over all of us, then over the guys groaning on the ground. He sighed, unimpressed. Turned his back and walked inside. “Everyone inside. Now.” The silence was cutting. Timmy was still glaring at me. Gutemberg growled something inaudible before turning his back. Aaron just smirked, like he was enjoying the show.