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.

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 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.

“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

Dan tells her. “Let’s go outside” River says swaying on her feet and grabbing his arm. He goes with her down the stairs and out into the night. River feels the energy from the full moon fill her up. Dan takes off his shirt and opens up his arms. “People think midnight is the witching hour, but it’s not. It’s the two hours before midnight. My coven will all be meeting at our ritual grounds. They will chant and then everyone gets naked and dances under the moon” he tells her.

The green numbers on the dashboard clock flashed one last time before rolling over: 11:59 PM. A sudden, suffocating silence fell over the clearing as the moon reached its absolute peak above the trees. The barrier holding Nyx back cracked permanently. Midnight. Sunday had arrived. A blinding, explosive jolt of pure golden light snapped through my chest, the fated mate bond locking into place across the quadrant with the force of a tidal wave. My mouth went completely dry as the true, uninhibited scent of Kaelen's pine and winter rain flooded my senses, so intoxicating it made my head spin.

Adrian: “Tell me something real.” No response. Just a new message a moment later. MidnightViper: “I already have. You just didn’t know it was me.”

Midnight sensed her distress. Midnight runs to her door scratching at it. She starts to meow very loudly trying to get Quinn’s attention. He looks at the cat confused “What do you want? Can’t you tell she wants to be left alone?” He says, rolling his eyes, patting the couch next to him. Midnight meows loudly, continuously scratching at the door.