Minutes To Midnight Book Novels & Stories

“If there were a book three, the title would be Dusk?” “Midnight is a transition, darkness, silence, the feeling of loneliness and loss. Dawn is hope, and if Dawn is as successful as Midnight, then the third book will be Nightfall, but it’s not exactly the time of day. It’s a locale mentioned in the book.” “Okay. No more spoilers, T.S. Prince.” “You’re not mad?” “About you being the author, and making me look like a fool?” He chuckled. “I wanna bite you right now, but it can wait until I come back from the trip.”

A wolf was a patient thing, but it was never asleep. She slipped her hands into her pockets as she crossed the quiet street leading out of downtown. Behind her, neon signs flickered through the fog—Open 24 Hours, Psychic Readings, Best Dumplings in the City. Ahead, the glow faded into darkness. A single streetlight buzzed above a cracked bike path, and beyond that: the forest. A black smudge at the city's edge, older than all its buildings, stubborn as bone. Most nights, Charlie shifted in her apartment or the warehouse she rented near the docks. But tonight something tugged at her—an instinctual itch beneath her ribs. A direction. A pull.

Don’t ask why, just clutch the key close to my heart. Midnight comes and i’m still in the torn underwear but I find a robe in the closet. The hallway is empty when I come out of the door, I creep down the service stairs, barefoot on cold stone. The house is quiet, guards changed at 11:30. I know because I asked the maid some questions, I had to know what I was getting into, that is how I know I have twelve minutes. The kitchen door leads to the terrace. I run like my life depends on this because it actually does, the robe flapping like wings.

"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.

“And let me guess. This all took place at midnight and that is why midnight is significant.” He claps his hands together as he laughs with amusement. “Exactly. Midnight is such a special time, though they claim there’s a different hour for witching. No, midnight is perfect, especially for us. You’ll know soon enough.” I swallow back the bile shooting into my throat. “You aren’t done showing me the rest of my lives, aren’t you?” As soon as he calms, he nods in agreement. “Oh, yes, Valeria. I’m going to show you everything and then you won’t see your dear fated mate the same way ever again. This life, you will be mine.”

On the day we agreed to meet, Matthew finally unblocked me. "Don't look for excuses to stall. I can't waste another minute on you!" I was already at the County Clerk's office door. "You're the one stalling. Hurry up. Let's finish this and go our separate ways." Fifteen minutes later, Matthew's BMW pulled up in front of me. He stepped out with a scowl and started mocking me. "Just because I blocked you, you had to leave home and vanish for a whole week?”

he instructed me. “Alright” Taking the keys from him, I wait for him to leave. “You have one hour and twenty minutes” he added as he decided to leave. My eyes widened. Forty minutes have already passed. I should be quick. I started with the top shelf corner. It took me twenty minutes as I went through every page, reading history, about curses and stuff. One hour passed by and I was losing my hope as only two books were remaining. Only twenty minutes and I went through the remaining two books. My heart was saddened when I did not find the cure. With an angry growl, I kicked the shelf. And a small leather book fell down. Frowning, I took a look and flipped it.

In a minute, I’m already lost in the world of ‘Ponyboy Curtis’, the book’s narrator. After a few hours, my phone chimes. I look up from my book and reach out for my phone. It’s a text from the unknown number, aka Lizzie. It reads: START GETTING READY FOR THE MOST ILLUMINATING NIGHT OF YOUR LIFE. :) I look at the time and it’s already 11:00 PM. Gosh, I spent so much time reading. I’m kind of hungry too. I text back but it keeps coming back as unsent so I place the phone down and take a quick shower.

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?

In the keys I still needed to unlock. I reached my chamber and immediately went to the bookshelf. The hidden mechanism clicked, and the door swung open. Less than twenty-four hours until the eclipse. Less than twenty-four hours to master magic, I barely understood. Less than twenty-four hours to save my mate. I took a deep breath and stepped into the library. And the countdown had begun.