Things To Do In Midnight Novels & Stories

I defended myself lamely as we walked to the isolated corner where my pizza box was. I didn't want to leave him, I felt a weird attraction that I didn't feel before and- “60, 59,58…” The whole pack was counting. “Why are they doing a countdown?” I asked, looking around me to see teens with fireworks in their hands, ready to light them up. “It’s the countdown to midnight. From twelve am, you will be able to find your mate.” He winked at me. “... 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!” At the end of the countdown, fireworks exploded in the sky and the moon was blood red but that wasn't the onlything weird about that moment.

Dan tells her. “Let’s go outside” River says swaying on her feet and grabbing his arm. He goes with her down the stairs and out into the night. River feels the energy from the full moon fill her up. Dan takes off his shirt and opens up his arms. “People think midnight is the witching hour, but it’s not. It’s the two hours before midnight. My coven will all be meeting at our ritual grounds. They will chant and then everyone gets naked and dances under the moon” he tells her.

Nocturnal creatures were scavenging, as the night was their world, the night was where they roam free. The night is when they drift to sleep, it is when people ceased from the lights of day, just to fall on their beds to gather strength to go for the next day. It was already midnight by then, the clocktower by the other side of the city chimed to life. Some night-goers were still awake and alive by then, either in clubs, bars, or in their own houses. Pulling an all-nighter in order to finish their works and presentations needed the next day, or having a break day while binge watching to favorite movies, doing recreational activities to bring delight.

Agnes got ready as she applied dark maroon lipstick and walked out of the room, looking a complete witch. On her right hand, it was the knife she was holding. On her left hand was the tiny potion the same as water. On the stroke of midnight when the only sound of the owls hooting and the crickets chirping was echoing in the surroundings, she was the one strolling in the terrace of the castle. By midnight the darkness is almost absolute, only a smattering of luminous stars scatter the heavens. People of Brasov would describe the midnight as killing time. It means locking your doors against the inky blackness and praying your number wasn't up.

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Every call ended with the same cold automated message: "The number you have dialed is powered off." Rather than searching with Marcel, Delilah returned home alone. Every corner of the house was filled with traces of Cedric. Model cars lined the shelves, watches sat neatly arranged across his desk, and plush toys rested obediently on the floor. "When I'm not home, let these little guys keep you company. Then you won't be afraid of the dark." His playful voice seemed to linger in her ears, as though he had never left. An overwhelming wave of guilt crashed over her.

“Then we stop reacting like an audience.” “And do what?” “We watch back,” he said. “We wait. And we make them slip.” Outside, the night pressed in, heavy and listening. And somewhere, someone was counting down to midnight.

I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.

He shot me another glare. "So... what are we gonna do now? I suppose we have to stay away from the water now as it will hurt our freshly inked skin." "You know we have a few more unwatched movies in-" He squeaked when I elbowed him on the side of his stomach. "Nevermind! Why don't we stroll at midnight? There's some interesting stores ahead of this road." "Sure, babe. Then we'll get our souvenirs tomorrow." "Okay, sounds like a plan!"

"I can't remember. Business school, maybe?" "That settles it. We need to balance out that fancy dinner with something completely unhealthy." I checked the time on my phone. "And it's nearly midnight, which is the perfect time for diner food." "Are you serious?" "Absolutely. Consider it cultural education." I grinned at him. "Come on, Alexander. When's the last time you did something spontaneous and completely unnecessary?" His eyes met mine, a challenge in them. "Where would you suggest?" "There's a place about twenty minutes from here. Makes the best midnight burgers in LA."