The Midnight Library Review Novels & Stories

A small rattan-woven coffee table and a couple circular lounge chairs are situated right in the middle of those beauties. This place is amazing. Mesmerizing. If things were normal and Damon turned out to be a different kind of person than I had anticipated him to be. I would have called this place a sanctuary. A stunning safe haven where I could spend the rest of my life if given a chance. However, for such a place so breathtaking as this, it couldn’t be denied that the people who lived behind this glass monstrosity were monsters.

But neither the gods know what sinister mysteries lurk in the quiet, lush town, hiding behind the endless sea of weeping willows and towering mahoganies. Today is the day that the Midnight Club goes on yet another one of their pretentious adventures; leaving behind Isaac who was still high on alprazolam, Gwyneth who was still in dreamland, and Dean who has unfortunately passed off. The sun is just starting to shed off its blankets at 7 in the morning. Dew on the shrubs and bushes along the streets and avenues were just starting to dry up. Agatha Leon filled herself with early morning bitter coffee; Mickey took his breakfast with his moms; Isa took bites from a cereal bar while packing her dr

The sweet smell of it spread in the bathroom. Then, I took my cd player and put in a cd of relaxing music. Everything was ready! I undressed and sank into the hot water. I closed my eyes while enjoying the music. What a wonderful feeling!... When I opened my eyes, the water had cooled. What the heck! I checked what time it was. What? When did the time go so far, 11:20 at night?! The cd was over. I got out of the bathtub and put on my fluffy bathrobe. After so many hours of sleep, I felt like a dizzy chicken. I was sitting on the couch when suddenly I felt the desire to enjoy a glass of red wine. I got up and went to the fridge to get one. And then I remembered that I didn't buy one! I had fo

I was in the middle of nowhere. I quickly noted the obvious that this was a castle. A damned castle made out of obsidian blocks! From the stonework on the outer wall and the winding black pillars this thing was massive. If I peered down closely a ravine appeared which led to nothing but darkness. It looked as though the ravine surrounded the entire building meaning the castle was standing on a slab of earth. Giving the whole shadow vibe a whole new level of scariness.My fingers sizzled with ice on the windowsill as I drummed them in thought. Where was Vivian?

And Aria—mother, Luna, flamewalker—could only cling to the vow Xander had made on the mountain: We face it together. Or we fall apart. She was just returning from the council hall when she saw them—Rowan and Mira—standing in front of the Library of the Ancients. The oldest building in Moonrise. It squatted at the edge of the village like a forgotten sentinel—half-buried in stone, its roof moss-covered, the runes carved deep into its door nearly swallowed by time. Most wolves passed it with reverence. Few ever entered. Within its walls slept the bones of knowledge—scrolls that whispered and books that wept when touched.

Eva It’s my first time in the library, and I don’t think I was prepared for how it would feel. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and ink, something dry and ancient that settles into my lungs and wraps around me, musty, earthy and strangely comforting. Shelves stretch endlessly, towering and packed with books that looks like they’ve been here for centuries. Silence covers the entire hall, broken only by the occasional rustle of a book's page open on the table by the window or the distant creak of wooden shelves. There’s a serenity here that felt almost sacred, urging you to just stay calm and blend into the peacefulness.

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

Rita The air in the hidden wing of the library was thick with the scent of aged parchment and something deeper—magic, old and restless. Rita trailed her fingers along the spines of the grimoires, each one humming under her touch like a sleeping beast. "This one," Derek murmured, pulling a heavy tome bound in cracked leather. "It’s been calling to you since we walked in." Rita took it, the moment her skin met the cover, a shudder ran through her.

One loaf of corn bread at a time. ***** That night, the library felt colder than usual—cold not from weather, but from something heavier. The kind of cold that sinks into bones when bad news walks in. The moon hung high outside the crystal-glass windows, casting silver shadows across rows of towering bookshelves. I stood at one of the central tables, ancient scrolls and leather-bound grimoires spread open before me. My fingers traced faded ink as I searched through spell after spell, looking for anything about time rifts… about returning to the New Realm. About reversing what I had done.

Afterwards, a courier delivered a note to her chamber. It wasn’t signed. It wasn’t sealed. But the handwriting was unmistakable. > “Meet me in the library at midnight. Come alone. No excuses. —E” She burned the note after reading it. That night, Evelyn stood outside the vast mahogany doors of the library, her heart hammering in her chest. The halls were empty, lit only by moonlight. It felt like even the house was holding its breath. She stepped inside. The library was a cathedral of knowledge. Towering shelves, ancient tomes, and chandeliers that glowed without flame.