Mr Midnight: Beware The Monsters Novels & Stories

But now… Well, now that I ran into that dangerous bastard, were the odds officially against me? “Dammit,” I grumble, realizing that I may have taken quite a few steps back in my investigation. “What is it?” Miles asks, eyeing me curiously. “What’s got our Briar so upset?” “That,” I begin, wondering if I can tell Miles about what happened. “Well, there was an incident at the club last night.” I admit, remembering Jeffrey turning into that terrifying beast and then the psycho easily smashing his head in. “Do you believe that there may be monsters walking amongst us?”

I’d completely forgotten I’d ordered them. “Sea Monkeys?” Matt said with some scorn. “Seriously?” “Sea Monsters,” I replied, pointing to the box. “I was bored and saw the ad in the back of one of the comics.” Matt took the box and turned it over, scanning the details on the back. “It’s probably just another breed of shrimp,” he said, handing it back to me.

I made a plan that night to end her. The next night my parents had a big important party with some of my father’s clients from work. I knew that Rose would be over. When she arrived my mother kissed my forehead and left with my father. The sun hadn’t set yet so I asked Rose to go for a walk with me. She agreed and we took off into the woods behind my house. I got ahead of her and then made her think she had lost me. While she frantically looked for me I snuck behind her. I found a large piece of wood and crept up behind her. She heard the brush below my feet break as I approached her and quickly turned around. I then unleashed the Monster inside me. It was brutal and very sloppy. I honestly

ADY “Where on earth is he?” I kept searching for Damon, but I always returned to the Ruins. I casually hopped over the fence and entered. The ruins are shrouded in an eerie silence, with darkness enveloping everything. I heard some unusual sounds coming from above. Out of nowhere, a hand landed on my shoulder, instantly sending a wave of warmth through my body. Damon casually stood in front of me and effortlessly switched places with me. I witnessed the boulder narrowly miss Damon’s back, causing a surge of shock to course through me. The boulder shattered upon impact, yet he remained utterly composed. How did Damon manage to surprise me and enter without my knowledge? How was he supposed to

“I’m just saying, if I do become immortal, I'll never work a night shift again. Ever. I will haunt the rich exclusively.” I snorted. “You already do that.” She grinned. “Practice makes perfect.” Then it happened. A scream tore through the night. Not a drunk’s yell. Not laughter. Not a lover’s argument spilling into the street. This was pain—pure, ripping, animal. Mae froze. So did I. Another scream followed. Closer. Then another, layered over it, deeper and broken short like someone choking on their own blood. My stomach dropped. “That’s not—” Mae started.

“What are you talking about?” “Leave this place,” the voice continued. “Leave before the monsters show their true nature. Before the full moon brings out what they’ve been hiding.” My heart hammered. “What do you mean blood? What do you want?” Another laugh. Closer this time. Or maybe farther. I couldn’t tell. “Everything will be doomed today. People will die. And the four monsters you’ve been sleeping with will finally show what they really are.” Four monsters. The brothers? “Which four monsters?” I asked, even though I already knew. I already felt the pieces clicking together in my head.

"In the courtyard. Public viewing. Dawn timing." "Lord Mordaunt wants spectacle," the hunter agrees. "Make sure it's visible from street level. He wants word to spread." Spectacle. That's what Mordaunt deals in. Fear through theater. Power through demonstration. I coordinate the setup. Wooden platform. Silver restraints. UV lighting. Everything needed for vampire-style execution. It makes me sick. At midnight, Mordaunt arrives. "Status?" he asks. "Everything's ready. Hunters positioned. Execution site prepared. Either Brennan comes and we capture him, or he doesn't and we execute the dhampir at dawn."

There's something dark about them, like they're under a spell. Is it the Hadies effect? Has she started possessing people? I bend my head to the ground, I don't want to look into any of these weirdos eyes and get possessed. I mean it always happens like that in the movies I've seen. I quicken my pace to Miles' room because I need answers and I hoped it wouldn't come off as selfish since he'd been bothered by his clan and the recent death, but then he promised me answers. I knock fiercely on the door. Maddox answers it. He steps out, wearing a cloak and using his hands to block the reflection of the blood moon.

Dima's ghostly form slid inside, its chill spreading like poison through the air. It crept toward the bed where Miranda was breathing deeply, fast asleep. But suddenly—with a sudden movement—Miranda sat upright. Her eyes widened in terror as a deafening scream erupted from her throat, a scream that shook the villa to its foundations, as if it had summoned the gates of hell. --- Inside Malik and Dima's room: Dima (with a cold smile): That damned maid... she screamed. She must have sensed the evil spirits lurking around her. Malik (with unsettling calm): Excellent... Uncle Hussein and Aunt Amal are awake now, trembling with fear.

Gen snorted. Monstra Fidelis – Monster Fight Club Advisor: Commander Karrin Vorax Summary: Unofficially official. First rule: don’t talk about it. Second rule: absolutely talk about it. Night duels. Monster form combat. No magic, just raw, feral brawls. Watchers can place bets. Winners gain power, respect, and invitations to secret GraveGalas. “Okay this one’s screaming my name,” I whispered. “Also, secret parties? Hell yes.”