روايات وقصص ضمن Mr Midnight: Beware The Monsters

It was a steel cable woven from trauma and survival. "I can feel you," Tate whispered, tears streaming down her face. "I can feel you both." "We're here," Mathias choked out. "We're not letting go," I promised. The grandfather clock in the hall struck eleven. One hour to midnight. We stood up. We holstered our weapons. We put the crystals in our pockets, close to our hearts. "Let's go kill a monster," I said.

The reality of how close he had come to death was more real than it ever had been, but at this moment, he was focused on the sound of their heartbeats. The tangible proof that life went on. He had made it out, and now he wanted to be here, present for them, for us. "I'm so glad you're here," I said softly, resting my hand on his. "And they are, too." "The asshole told me that he would see us on the bayou at midnight," he managed to say, his voice hoarse, each word an evident struggle. Midnight on the bayou. I knew what that meant, having lived on the bayou my entire life. It was a direct challenge, a threat that promised more violence and possibly worse.

What a monster. ************

@RedBoxingGloves: "Riddle of the day: who is this mystery omega walking around #BeastMaker today?" There are two attached photos of Midnight where almost all you can see are her endless, luscious legs and perfect äss. Her face is not very visible, but it's still obvious that she's beautiful. Maybe that's why her photos have over five thousand retweets. The replies are stupid, the alphas make perverted comments and the omegas make comments full of envy like she needs to eat a hamburger. That may be true, but her body is perfect and she doesn't need anything. @RedBoxingGloves: "Nobody guessed. Her name is Midnight and she is none other than the long lost daughter of Lion Vosse. A half-wolf. I

The only way they could do this was by joining hands. “The monster is sneaky. It disguises very well as it can change its colour and texture. Usually, it finds its victims near its hideout, and you can only kill it inside its hideout,” June read on. “So, all we have to do is follow him to his hideout and cast a spell,” Madison said, laughing lightly. “I guess you won’t have to if it saw you. It will abduct you anyways and take you to its hideout,” Meredith joked.

Just when I think I’m finally fitting in, finding my forever home, I feel like an idiot. Were there witches and fairies at Midnight Moon too then?? Did Mason know?? He never even remotely said anything. I never noticed anyone doing anything weird. I don’t think so anyhow. I mean, yeah I saw wolves around all the time and the occasional other animal but I never went out with them at night hunting. I assumed the other animals were real, or even just visitors. When Javed leads me away from the party, I stare at him desperate for answers. Lucy doesn’t know what to think, she’s just as confused. But she hasn’t been around long enough to have been paying attention to such things.

A colossal face appeared in the sky, staring down at Adrian with a sinister smile. Thud! Thud! Thud! The sound of footsteps could be heard as monsters approached from all directions. Their numbers were so overwhelming it was a chilling sight to see. "I will take your eyes," a deep voice said. Marissa looked up and saw the grotesque face. Monsters were quickly closing in, and they were all under the Creator's control. They had only one goal in mind—to kill Adrian and take Marissa's eyes. "Adrian, you have to get up. They're coming again. We need to get out of here!" Marissa shook Adrian urgently, but he had no strength to stand.

The sound coming from a horror film behind me battered when the thunder strike with the high volume that even the next building can be disturb. "Go to bed now," I commanded and closed the Tv. "Party pooper, the best scene was yet to come!" "I'm not sleepy!" And they started complaints, but in the end, they still follow me and eventually go to their room. I left a note besides Nate to take care of everything while I'm at work. I choosed to walked instead to use my scooter this time, the nighttime in the city is beautiful opposite from the morning, morning is a curse. I hid my hand inside the pocket of my hoodie and starts distracting myself.

A monster? The moment we step onto the grounds, the smell hits. It's the smell of copper and rot and something disgusting. My stomach lurches. Kira swears under her breath. Isaiah's jaw tightens as the backup soldiers fan out, their boots silent on the snow, their weapons drawn. Then the chanting reaches us. It's loud enough to vibrate in my bones. My hand rests on my stomach, my palm flattening over my bump on instinct. 'Please,' I think desperately. 'Please be okay.‘

“You hear that?” Mama’s eyes went to the door. “Mm.” “What is it?” I asked. She grinned, all mischief again. “Da dead. Dey like company. I tole you, da dead do walk tonight. Dey answerin’ Marie call.” A shape bumped the stilts under us. The shack shuddered. A hand, grey, bloated, ringed, floated up against the step and then slipped away, dragged by something we couldn’t see. I looked to the door. The gator watched me with old eyes. Past it, something enormous moved under the surface, then sank. The swamp swallowed its secret.