Midnight X Mt Lady Novels & Stories

"Me? I can barely hide my own wings!" "You'll do it because if we don't get that shard, Jaxon uses the Seventh Account to buy Selene a party dress, and we both end up as footnotes in a dead girl's story." I snapped. "Midnight. When the moon hits the apex of the West Spire."

Malik: a photo of the desert at sunset—gold dunes bleeding into pink sky, captioned only Thinking of you. Layla: a single emoji, 🌹, followed by Come back to Morocco soon. The riad misses your voice. She smiled—small, private, the kind of smile no one else needed to see. Then she opened her photo library, scrolled back to Marrakech: rooftop lanterns glowing like captured fireflies, Layla’s dark hair catching moonlight, the silver anklet glinting on her ankle in a candid shot taken at dawn. In that photo, Adeyemi stood on the terrace—robe open to the breeze, eyes closed, face tilted toward the rising sun. She looked… free.

Lalaine was shocked when she found Stella laying on the floor, the moon light illuminates her like flittering lights in the night. The crystal orbs surrounds her, slowly lifting her from the ground. She immediately called out Nana, Aeriol, Nathaniel, and Lynx. Aeriol immediately pull out Stella from the illuminating light and lay her to bed. Nathaniel and Lynx looks out the window and saw a beautiful red rose. As if the moon light blessing it. The more light it absorb, the radiant the color gets. Lynx trails back to Leis last words.

We were ready. The ball would start when daylight faded and twilight emerged. I peered in the mirror my ice blue eyes were alert and ready for trouble my hair ribboned down my back resting at my waist. Tonight would be my last in the pack. Vivian was slipping on cleanly polished boots before double checking her silver moon necklace around her neck. Out of habit I played with my own matching necklace my fingers looping around the intricate chain. Matching. A gift from our mother. “Well let’s do the best job we can and then skedaddle.” Vivian joked running a brush through her hair once more.

was dead in the water. Livia tilted her head, giving a nasty chuckle. "If I were you, I'd hand in my resignation right now before things get even uglier." "Oh! Look at this!" Maeve came bursting into the room, sprinting toward us while holding her phone high in the air. "Moonlight Co. just made an official announcement!" Maeve panted, her eyes wide with excitement. "Aria's 'Flowing Light' collection is locked in as the flagship feature for their upcoming seasonal launch!"

I swallowed the lump in my throat, holding back from touching him. “Do you need help taking that off?” He pointed to the chains around my neck. I remembered that the chains were clasped at the back. I stilled, hating the fact that I would have to let him help. I nodded. “Turn around.” I did, and kept my head down, both to give him better access but also to hide the blush on my face. He took his time and his fingers glided across the skin of my shoulders. He let the chains fall into the water without even attempting to get them.

I opened my eyes, the silver glow of my laptop illuminating the dark den. A notification pinged—a message from Collins. I didn't scan the words immediately; instead, I checked the global pack clock. It was eight in the evening in Mysticfall, which meant the sun was just rising over the Skydrivee ice. I tapped the link. [I am repaying the credits. I don't have the full sum available immediately, so I will settle the debt in installments.]

JADE The storm outside the high-rise penthouse had finally cleared by midnight, leaving behind a clear, dark sky dotted with distant stars above the glowing city below. I lay awake in the quiet room, the heavy dark duvet pulled up to my waist. Madison was sound asleep beside me, her body curled tightly against my side, her head resting over my chest, her arm draped comfortably across my stomach. The soft, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest was the sweetest sound I had ever heard in my life. Resting right against the skin of her collarbone, catching the dim moonlight filtering through the glass, was the platinum-and-sapphire compass necklace.

"Seven tomorrow morning." Dom looked at the clock. 4:17 PM. "Fourteen hours and forty-three minutes," he said. "Yes." He was quiet for a moment — running it, the same calculation she'd watched him run all day, the board he never stopped turning. Then he looked at Ash. "Move the drop window. I want everything staged and ready by eleven. We release at midnight." "That's six hours to finalize the package," Ash said. "Then we work fast," Dom said.

I don’t really care about that, I just want to find my Luna and hold her in my arms. My wolf, Midnight keeps jumping around in circles in my mind. “Where’s Luna, where’s my Luna he asks?” “I don’t see her nor smell her yet and she never responded to my text, Midnight” I tell him. “Oh well, let me have some fun,” said Midnight as he jumps to the front of my mind and takes over my body. He walks us over to the table with a spread of different moonshines, grabs a paper cup and pours. He slams the first drink and pours another. I can feel him giddy and excited to be at this mating party.