Midnight X Aizawa Novels & Stories

////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat special. I smiled at the amazing view of the tents, the tents were arranged with ranks, the first one was for the Alpha, the second for the Beta, the third for the Zeta's, the fourth for the Gammas, the fifth for the delta and I wouldn't call the last one, a rank, but I'll say it anyway, the Omega's tent since it was our serving center, the tents were half filled, and we expected more guests. The higher-ups were clanking their cups of wine whil

Worriedly, Rosy looked at her and asked, “Is it okay for you to go there alone? Maybe you should take Tia with you?” Areiza shook her head in dismissal and said, “I can go there myself and make sure not tell anyone else, okay? I’ll back soon.” “Be careful,” said Rosy. “I will, don’t worry.” Areiza patted her on the shoulder and left quietly. **** At midnight, there was no one in the corridor outside Darren’s ward. While the nurse was not paying attention, Areiza sank into Darren’s ward. Looking at the empty bed in front of her, she couldn’t help but wonder, ‘It’s so late. Where could Darren have gone?’

Almira was well aware that the transparent nightie exposed her body in a way that was termed immoral. She cleared her throat and their eyes were instantly trapped in hers, the minute they looked up. She started a low hum in their head and the next minute, they were glaring angrily at each other. As she increased her tempo, and the glares turned to arguments, arguments led to shoving and the next minute, they were in a serious fight. Almira walked past them into Xander's room. There was nothing unusual about him. His pale unconscious body was buried beneath a thick blanket.

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.

"She doesn't know about our world. It's better this way." "She's so perfect. So fragile." His voice broke with agony. "If she finds out what kind of monster I really am, she'll be terrified." My heart almost stopped. Ryder... wasn't human? "Bullshit," one of his buddies jeered. "If you’re so tough, then stop whining on that encrypted forum every night. 'Midnight_Howler'... real creative." Midnight_Howler. I memorized the ID. I slipped back to my room and opened my laptop. I found the hidden forum called "The Den". With a few tricks, I registered and got in.

She looked outside of the window as the car drove into their hideout. Mariko Saito, a 22-year-old lady. The youngest among the agents, who got the title of being the youngest skilled assassin in their batch. She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working.

Astrid stated then kicked Aizen. "Yes," "I will never doubt you again, Cara Mia. I'm sorry if I doubted you. It will never happen again. I promise. I love you too, Cara Mia," Aizen said, and he grabbed my waist and kissed me. I felt that something was pulling me and I suddenly opened my eyes. I saw that I was sweating profusely and I was catching my breath. Can I see Aizen and Astrid's past because we chose Ash to be with them? I looked at the clock and saw that the class would start in a few hours. I quickly got up from my bed and did my morning rituals. When I arrived at the classroom, I saw Lia and the others. I immediately sat down in my chair and told them about my dream.

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?

His lips curled. “Now you've revealed your true intentions, we’ll see who would end up missing; watch your back Ariel. And stop calling me that.” Azariel warned. “Stop calling you what? You mean Aza? Aza, aza, aza.” Ariel called out intentionally, irking Azariel. Ignored them both as I broke into the wooden shack. Kaiza was seated on the bare floor, with her eyes closed and her leg crossed. Her hands were also raised up like she was meditating, her long, black hair floated with a blue hue encasing it.

To think that she had misunderstood him so badly after he made so much effort to learn… It took her a while, but she eventually said, “…I… I want to meet up with him now.” “…Huh? At this hour? Are you sure…?” Though the three were rightfully worried, Xavia nodded before saying, “I am.” Before anyone could say anything else, she had already run out and ordered Mr. Cornwell to send her over to Zivon’s place… Since it was now midnight, most of the village area had grown extremely dark. Even so, there was a gentle glow from one of the quiet village houses… and after taking a deep breath, Xavia knocked on its door….