Secret Midnight Magic Nico Snow Novels & Stories

Mia nodded her agreement, a silent angel aware of everything around her; although quiet, her presence was pretty loud. Nico stood beside me, "Close your eyes as I send it back to the stars." They obeyed immediately. "Seriously, Nico, Baby Yoda?" I turned to glare at him, He grinned, "Come on, it's harmless, the miscreants are safe, and my perfection will be void of fingerprints," "That's vile." "Right?" He let the brush run down my face, "Call this my villain arc then." "Dad," Matteo whispered, "Can I open my eyes now?"

Nico leaned forward, eyes gleaming. “Because the Lorenzis are planning something bigger than you know. Because someone in your own circle is about to sell you out. And because Isabel Varela was never supposed to live long enough to have a daughter.” Luca stiffened. “Don’t play games, Nico.” “No games,” he said. “Just ghosts.” Amara entered just as Nico lit a cigarette. Her eyes went cold when she saw him. “And who is this?” “Nico Moretti,” he said, standing. “Cousin. Dead man. Walking sin.”

I pout, trying to hold back a giggle. Nico shakes his head subtly, “He doesn't like when his secret safe is touched.” A secret safe, fascinating. “Okay go, I'll make sure not to touch his secret…safe,” I say, holding my cheeks up with my hands. Nico's jaw tightens, he looks like he regrets saying the last sentence and with that, he dashes out of the room. With Nico out of the room, I crack my knuckles. My eyes wander through the room–burning with the desire to rebel.

Locked and loaded with darkness and fire Sienna mention. Before I know, he leaves the ring, and strides towards me like a predator who’s just marked the only thing in the room that still matters. People part for him instinctively. Like fear lives in his shadows and no one wants to get too close. They cheer his name, scream like a goddamn anthem. “Bianchi! BIANCHI!” Nico leans close, almost lazily, cigarette still burning between his fingers. “Smile for the monster, Krystina.”

They bypassed the middle tier. They were coming up the stairs. Please, no. Please, God, no. The scent hit me first, sandalwood, rain, and expensive tobacco. It was a dark, intoxicating smell that triggered every survival instinct I possessed. A shadow fell over my desk. I stopped typing. I couldn't breathe. I forced myself to look up, feigning the confusion of a student interrupted. Nico was standing right there. Up close, he was terrifyingly handsome. His eyes were a pale, icy gray, wolf’s eyes framed by thick, dark lashes. There was a scar cutting through his left eyebrow, a small imperfection that only made him look more dangerous.

Red lights, loud music, perfume, and danger hung in the air like perfume mixed with smoke. Bodies swayed, drinks spilled, and secrets buzzed around in the corners of every whispered conversation. Marco slid his arms around my waist when I walked in, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “You look hot,” he said. “You better hope I do,” I said, letting myself laugh for a second. But the truth was… something felt off. I looked around. Nico was leaned against the wall, sipping soda, barely talking to anyone. His eyes flicked toward the door every few minutes like he was expecting someone.

You snap. "You to break up with Nate." She laughs. "And if I don't?" You ask. "Then a certain little moon secret will come out." She smirks again. "That puts Nate at risk, too." You explain. "Then I'll tell everyone you're a Virgin." She laughs again. "Screw you." You snap at her. "You're making a huge mistake." Taylors voice is more serious than before.

Leila pulled up to Christina’s hideaway, the car’s headlights slicing through the frostbitten gloom. The house sat hunched against the snow, a dark silhouette of pine and cold secrets. She’d driven fast—too fast for the icy roads—but when your aunt called with that tone, you didn’t stop to admire the scenery.

And yeah… my heart kept betraying me. Because every one of those moments made me fall harder. One night, he was hunched over my desk, chewing a pencil while working on equations. His hair s tuck up in every direction, and he muttered numbers under his breath like curses. I was sprawled on the bed scrolling through my phone, pretending not to stare. Finally he groaned. “How do you remember all this crap?” “Magic.” He rolled his eyes. “Be serious.” “I am. I was bitten by a radioactive calculator.”

he stuttered with a strong English accent. “What’s going on?” I eventually asked when I realized no one was telling me anything. The man ran his thin hands through his oily black hair and slowly looked up from the ground to my face, yet not looking me in the eyes. “My apologies Luna,” he finally whispered and I could pick up the fear in his eyes. “My name is Zacchary, at your service.” I glared at Aiden who was avoiding my gaze. Finally, he said “Zacchary is a witch trained in black magic.”