The Midnight Library Novels & Stories

"Congratulations on your big day. But you should know: gifts like yours don't come without a price. Someone wants to meet you. Tonight. Come to the old medical library at midnight. Come alone. Don't tell anyone. Especially not Dr. Owen." My blood ran cold. Who was this? How did they get my number? I looked up and down the hallway, suddenly feeling watched. But there was no one suspicious. Just nurses and doctors going about their day. Another text came through. "If you want answers about your wolf and your abilities, you'll come. If you want to know the truth about why you really can't shift, you'll come. Midnight. Don't be late."

The guards are predictable at this hour half-alert or half-bored, their routines ingrained and easy to avoid if you know them well enough. And I do. Tonight, I don’t want questions I wants to get answers myself. I move towards the library and pushed open the heavy wooden door to the library. It creaks softly. I freeze and wait to listen for footsteps. No footsteps. Great. I slip inside, closing the door behind me with careful precision. The library is vast, dimly lit by a few dying candles and the faint silver glow of moonlight filtering through tall windows. Dust clings to everything—the shelves, the tables, the forgotten corners where knowledge has been left to decay.

He might even be responsible for what happened to me earlier at the stone table. I hear the front door creak lightly. Liam sneaks in and comes back to bed. He turns towards me and I can sense him looking at me. Does he know I am awake? I’m exhausted but my mind is racing. Monsters in the forest, stone tables and talking wolves. What is going on here? Once I know Liam is asleep, I creep out of the room and go sleep on the couch. I don’t trust him. After Trevor, I’ll never sleep next to a liar again.

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But every light inside dimmed sharply for a split second before returning to normal. Several guests glanced upward uneasily. Then the elevator stopped moving. The gaming streamer frowned. “Uh… are we stuck?” Before anyone could answer, the overhead speaker crackled softly. [Midnight check-in begins in ten minutes.] The voice sounded distorted, wrong somehow. A second later, every phone inside the elevator buzzed simultaneously. Winona pulled hers out slowly. A new notification covered the screen. WELCOME TO MIDNIGHT HOTEL. FIRST RULE: DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR AFTER 12 A.M. NO MATTER WHO IS KNOCKING. Below the message was one final line. SURVIVE UNTIL MORNING.

“What about you? Don't you need to hide yourself too? She laughed. “If you could smell yourself, you would understand why I'm giving that to you. It's like nothing I've smelt before. You're the flame and you can believe me when I say you attract a lot of moths. And unfortunately, a lot of bats too.” I eventually took the necklace and placed it around my neck, hopefully, it'll protect me just like she said it would. “Come see me tomorrow, we have some things to talk about. But come at night. For no reason, should you leave your room before 4pm. And if you're not here by 8pm, don't bother coming.” Very specific instructions but okay, I guess. “Magma, you said I attract bats. Don't bats hate li

“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.”

Chapter 10: After Midnight Lyra The library after midnight always smelled of dust, old paper, and the faint metallic tang of the climate controls that never quite conquered the desert heat. I had been there for nearly two hours, moving between the restricted ledgers with a weak-looking lamp and the careful steps of someone who expected to be caught at any moment. The troop-movement crystal from the catacombs had given me new names. The forged marriage contract had given me new connections. I was cross-referencing both against the older succession and finance records, building the next layer of the map that lived inside my coded ledger. My hands trembled more than I wanted. The day’s public h

I say sheepishly, wishing he’d stop talking “And that the Bishop of Greten himself confirmed your soulmate marks— “Oh, look!” I point at the high doors at the end of the stairs “Looks like we’re here!” I hurry down the stairs, and towards the dark metallic doors that look like the entrence of a cellar. All the uneasy feelings about my lesson earlier are forgotten in the wake of awe and curiously. I touch the heavy lock on the doors. The key hole is tiny. “This is the Underground Library, Lady Sigmond.” The guard tells me, coming to stand by my side “It’s a trove of forbidden knowledge, meant to be locked away from preying hands and eyes.”

Even from this vantage point, as we traversed the stairs, I could see the infinity pool outside that lit up with changing colors LED lights. There’s no need for overprized paintings and excessive decorations around the house when you have the bounty and beauty of nature all around the place. Well, aside from the natural grandeur this mansion had exhibited, one thing that caught my attention was the midnight black chandelier hanging in the middle of everything. It was huge, diamond-shaped black crystals suspended above us. I recognized the design, especially the signature red octagonal crystal linked to a spiked prism. It was renowned for being one of the most expensive in the world.