Midnight Train Book Novels & Stories

"Is the Grandma in the white coat coming for us, Daddy?" Ethan felt a jolt of "raw vulnerability" strike his chest. Madeline. Even in her absence, she was haunting his son’s thoughts. "She’s trying, Leo. But the iron is stronger than the light. We stay in the iron." The Sprint through the Steam The 4:12 westbound groaned as it approached, a massive coal train that seemed to vibrate the very earth. Great plumes of steam erupted from the pneumatic brakes, creating a temporary, white-out screen.

I shook my head, too confused to speak. “Because the last time a lunar eclipse appeared here, something extraordinary happened. A bond formed between two wolves, marked by the moon herself. We call it "Midnight's Mark". It has not appeared in one hundred and twenty-three years. Most think it’s legend, but I saw it when I was young.” My mouth felt dry. “What kind of bond?” “The truest kind, a mate bond chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, marked on the skin at the eclipse’s peak. Those who bear it are destined for each other, their souls matched perfectly. Such bonds appear only when the pack needs them most.”

Outside, the snowfall thickened. Somewhere in the distance, sirens began to echo through the city. A phone buzzed on the desk. The new burner we hadn’t used yet. Unknown number. But we both knew who it was. Mom. We didn’t answer. Not yet. Because whatever came next arrests, investigations, headlines, trials none of it could be stopped now. The truth had already escaped into the world. Julian kissed my forehead ge Chapter 35 – The Chicago Vault The Greyhound from Portland to Chicago took twenty-nine hours and change.

Midnight, “Who remembered me so late at night?” I wondered. I opened the message. The number was unknown to me. The message was saying: ‘What are you doing?’ “Are they kidding me? What could I do for such an hour?” I thought. “Anyway, I will answer, and I will see.” I answered: “I am out grazing the sheep.” I waited for a little while, and the answer came: “That is funny. Are you going to milk it too? I mean, if you are okay.”

III The night was dark, darker than any other night before. Iltiras walked down the lonely path, the darkness didn’t bother him. He was more than curious what will happen on this path in the middle of the night. Stories were told about power-eating demons and faeries that attack travelers around midnight. He wanted to see them for himself, or as he liked to say with eyes unclouded. No one really dared to walk the path alone; no one wanted to because of the trees and their long, dreadful shadows, which fell on them, that looked like men with bony fingers that ended with talons. The leaves in their bases were bloody red in color. His leg stepped on one of the piles that were in his way, he exp

It wasn't long before she found out that she could read everything despite very slowly. It was a poem, which read as follows: 'It was the Coming of the Midnight Sun, A daughter of the Sacred Wood, Lay in a chamber of the House of the Moon, And thus shall wither like a dying star Til the touch of a virgin at dawn.'

And for a while, speculation about Princess Maeve died down. Now, she’s all anyone can talk about. And I had the pleasure of coming face to face with her. The train pulls into the station right on time, and I board, but it’ll be a while before I’m allowed to close myself into the private overnight room. I choose a seat in the farthest car, where I end up being the only passenger for the first two stops before the train departs Moonrise and the surrounding cities completely and dives into the heavily forested border between Moonrise and the Roguelands. I’m just starting to fall asleep when something smashes against the window directly beside my head. I startle, turning my head to watch a litt

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

But neither the gods know what sinister mysteries lurk in the quiet, lush town, hiding behind the endless sea of weeping willows and towering mahoganies. Today is the day that the Midnight Club goes on yet another one of their pretentious adventures; leaving behind Isaac who was still high on alprazolam, Gwyneth who was still in dreamland, and Dean who has unfortunately passed off. The sun is just starting to shed off its blankets at 7 in the morning. Dew on the shrubs and bushes along the streets and avenues were just starting to dry up. Agatha Leon filled herself with early morning bitter coffee; Mickey took his breakfast with his moms; Isa took bites from a cereal bar while packing her dr

My hand was suspended on the door handle as something caught my peripheral view. Light moves from the inside of the barn. Something like a flickering flame lighting a cigarette, and a small dotted orange ember glowed brightly as it was being sucked deep. Creating a subtle illumination just enough for me to make out a man’s lips. Smirking. Like he knew precisely, I would skedaddle out of this place in no time like some runt with a tail tucked in between the legs. A feeling of dread hastened into the pit of my stomach. A part of me wanted to run already. I may have already done it if not for the person who suddenly appeared inside the pitch-black barn.