Romans & histoires The Tale Of The Midnight Ride

I hung up the phone to look at Ciara “Wanna go for midnight ride on our motorcycles? You can either ride big daddy or ride with me.” She cocks her head to the side, “I thought he said you were going on a midnight stroll?” I laugh, “So you were listening!” She covers her embarrassed face with her hands, and I tickle her, making her laugh. “Midnight stroll was our squad’s code for a nighttime ride on my motorcycles.”

I shook my head, too confused to speak. “Because the last time a lunar eclipse appeared here, something extraordinary happened. A bond formed between two wolves, marked by the moon herself. We call it "Midnight's Mark". It has not appeared in one hundred and twenty-three years. Most think it’s legend, but I saw it when I was young.” My mouth felt dry. “What kind of bond?” “The truest kind, a mate bond chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, marked on the skin at the eclipse’s peak. Those who bear it are destined for each other, their souls matched perfectly. Such bonds appear only when the pack needs them most.”

And Kael had rejected me in front of two hundred witnesses. So I needed leverage. There were rumors circulating through the castle since we arrived. Most of the maids and palace staff whispered about what happens at midnight. I'd overheard two of them that evening in the hallway outside our guest room, speaking quietly. "No one stays in the pack house past midnight," the first one had said. "That's the rule. You gather your things and you leave before the clock strikes, no exceptions." "I know the rule," the second one said. "I'm just saying it's strange. A castle this big and only the alpha sleeps in it."

"Can I return it? No receipt, but maybe store credit?" He actually snorted. A real sound. From Rivener. She stared at him. "Did... did you just laugh?" "No." "You totally did! That was absolutely a laugh!" "It was an exhale." "With tone." Rivener leaned closer, fingertips brushing hers as he tapped the map. The contact was soft. Unintentional. Maybe. It still sent a warm spark up her arm. "We'll go here at sunset," he said, pointing to a forest clearing marked with a crescent. "It's where the barrier between the physical and the spectral thins. The Sentinel may appear again."

Remy laughed. “I think we all won.” I kicked my board. It hummed—light now, and shadow. “Race you to the turnout,” I said. Engines roared. Coyotes howled—horse-sized shadows in the moonlight. I blurred ahead. Not vampire. Not coyote. Light. And for the first time, The valley breathed with me. Midnight Stone Midnight. The dam turnout was empty except for us. The pack had peeled off at the county line—horse-coyotes melting back into human shapes, bikes rumbling home.

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

If only he had the power to open the evil gates of the Shore with a snap of his finger. He laid there at his bed, staring at the ceiling. In an hour, he would be out there in the dead of the night. It won't be a grand attack, as what they are making the enemies believe. It would just be a straightforward one, quick and simple. Five minutes before midnight, everyone was already on their motors igniting their engines. When Ryder's watch beeped red, he said, ''Let's go.'' Six huge motorbikes built for battle sped across the road. It would surely alert the informants of the enemies that were placed in every corner of the towns but that was their purpose. They will let the enemy that they were co

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

They always appear around midnight. And around midnight, the recently dead have arisen from the graves or the places where they died. Among the dead he saw the soldier that was holding the sword. I created a circle around me, for protection, it's an old spell. The dead can't pass the protective circle. The moon hid behind a cloud. The night was calm; the dead stopped trying to enter the mound. A red moon appeared behind the cloud. The red moon always represented the Deaf Riders, a group of wraith that fly over the night sky, hunting for, the worst of them, the warriors. The ones that can't enter Vernaden because what they have done.