Midnight Wolf Novels & Stories

The walls are a medium yellow, with one wall having a light blue flower wallpaper design. There’s a little eat in dining area, with four chairs and then a bench on the far side. It’s absolutely cozy and welcoming. The wall behind it has a wrought iron piece of a wolf howling at the moon and the insignia for the Midnight Moon pack. I recognize it from several similar pieces that are in their packhouse.

Minnow couldn't sleep that night. She was too wired to relax and tossed and turned the night's first half. The clock had entered the hour of the wolf when she finally fell into a slumber, the time when the deepest fears haunted her. The sleepless spell when ghosts and demons are most powerful. Minnow was transported back to that dreadful night everything changed. It was dark, cold and damp in the playground. Minnow desperately moved her shivering body crawling over the wet grass.

Or maybe this was the plan all along and this wolf was sent here to keep me from intruding and make sure I was no longer a threat. There would be no outrunning this creature, that was for certain. He wasn’t as large as two of the friendly wolves that had guided my home not long ago. He was about the size of the third smallest of the group. His fur was black with a few gray highlights. He was almost impossible to see in the darkness. If the full moon hadn’t been hanging directly overhead, if he hadn’t been situated in a clearing, I might not have seen him at all until it was too late.

Rogues. 'Aleister, go help Marcus. I'll deal with this and catch up.' I told him and he nodded and ran on. I turned and heard rustling in front of me and 3 rogue wolves stalked out of the bushes. I let out a low growl and stepped closer to them when suddenly a man walked out from behind a tree. He didn't look to be older than me. Early 20s maybe. With short spiky silver dyed hair. “So you're the big bad Alpha of Midnight Hour. Listen, we don't want trouble. We just want to ask the girl a few questions. See if that is who we are looking for.” He said in a smug tone.

at the latest, but I stayed up too late last night finishing the final edits for my most recent video for my YouTube channel, Hunting for Midnight. Hunting for Midnight is a dream come true for me. The channel focuses on traveling the country where I document, interview people, search for, and record paranormal experiences and events. I investigate whether there is real paranormal activity occurring or if the disturbances are actually caused by natural events and circumstances. As of to date, I have yet to uncover single true evidence-based paranormal event. For the last four years I’ve spent investigating and documenting suspected paranormal events, there’s always logical and scientific evi

After tomorrow, by werewolf law, we’re both going to be adults. My wolf will wake up tomorrow night at midnight, just in time for our pack’s annual Mating Gathering. Marco turned seventeen four months ago, so he’s already met his wolf. I’ve never seen a more handsome dark brown wolf than Clash. His light brown eyes look like drops of caramel against his dark fur. He’s fast, too. He loves when I climb on his back so he can zip through the forest of our pack territory.

Midnight reassured me as she took control, her confidence shining through. When the shift was complete, I stood on all fours, feeling the crunch of snow beneath my paws. My fur was a blend of soft grey and white, gleaming faintly in the moonlight. I wasn’t as large as Neo, but I was far from small—larger than most regular werewolves, for sure. Neo let out a low howl, a sound of reverence and greeting, before trotting over to nuzzle me with his nose. Midnight responded in kind, the connection between them immediate and heartfelt.

Wally said before he left the apartment, smiling at some memory that flitted through his thoughts. “Thank you.” Helena was so preoccupied with what she read, she didn’t notice Wally leaving the apartment. Twins of Midnight. This rare occurrence happens when a set of twin werewolves is born at the cusp of a full moon. One before midnight and one after midnight. We can often recognize them for their opposite natures or colourings. Polar-opposites in skills and talents. Polar-opposites in colouring in wolf form. The more striking occurrence is that in human form their appearance is not identical, though they are identical genetically.

Midnight black – iconic and indicative of one of the strongest wolves. As I got up, I stepped back and turned taking off again in a run. Matt paced beside me with Blake and Rosie just behind us. As we cleared the forest, we came upon the rogue fighting three warriors in his wolf form. And he was winning.

With a swift motion, he removed his cap, revealing a shock of blonde hair, and then removed his mask, revealing a familiar face that left me speechless. "Ryle?!" I exclaimed, my mind reeling with disbelief as I stared at the man I thought I knew so well, now standing before me as the Midnight Wolf. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There stood Ryle, representing the Midnight Wolf. My heart skipped a beat as he waved and began speaking into the microphone. "Yep, guys, the name is Ryle Vanderberg. I am the wolf behind the Midnight wolf and this is my mate and my beloved girlfriend. She is the she-wolf I o