Thirteen Days To Midnight Book Novels & Stories

“What does it say?” ‎ ‎He opened it fully, and I saw the same red ink. The same messy handwriting. And the same jagged sun symbol burned into the corner. ‎ ‎My throat closed. ‎ ‎Then he read it out loud. ‎ ‎“Give us the girl by midnight.” ‎ ‎The world tilted. ‎ ‎Midnight. ‎That was only a few hours away. ‎ ‎I grabbed the edge of the desk beside me because my legs genuinely forgot how to do their job. ‎

In the keys I still needed to unlock. I reached my chamber and immediately went to the bookshelf. The hidden mechanism clicked, and the door swung open. Less than twenty-four hours until the eclipse. Less than twenty-four hours to master magic, I barely understood. Less than twenty-four hours to save my mate. I took a deep breath and stepped into the library. And the countdown had begun.

I turned slowly and Madam Pika was standing right there looking irritated, she frowned and walked away slowly. "What is wrong with everyone today?", Bubby said and Beatrice laughed from afar, "the party is 1 hour away, everything has been set, let's go have a cool bath, dress up and resume our serving duty, today is going to be real hectic!", Bubby said walking out with the bottle of wine, if Bubby was fine with her chores, why can't I be?. ////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat spe

They said she never married, and that her company never regained its former glory. They also said she often drove that black Mercedes alone across different cities, as if searching for something. I listened and only smiled. I did not ask more. Not every regret that comes too late deserves forgiveness. Not every broken mirror needs to be put back together. Spring wind blew through the window, carrying a faint salty dampness from the sea. I closed the book in my hand and made myself a cup of coffee. At last, I felt that the long winter rain in my chest had stopped.

He murmured, his voice a seductive rumble that seemed to vibrate in my very core. His hand lingered near my cheek for a few seconds, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin, sending a rush of warmth down my spine. I felt as if the world had stopped, every sense heightened, every nerve ending alive with electricity. The tension was palpable, and I could feel my body weakening, a forbidden thrill coursing through my veins. I noticed his eyes darkened, his expression became unreadable. "Good night, Lilly." He said finally, his voice a low, husky whisper. “I'll see you in the morning.”

She has read that book too? Midnight was a character from one of his first books. The book was about a young man, who because of being possessed by demons, would go on a killing spree every midnight, the sight and scent of the blood being the only salvation from the mental and physical pain these demons brought him. That fucker was a total psycho. Jake felt wronged. Why should she call him that? Does Ryder think of him as a psycho? Yet, upon noticing Ryder beaming proudly like a little child, he didn't have the heart to refuse. "Why not."

Then I looked at the thirty-day notice in my memory, at the sale list, at Dalisay's name sitting six spots below mine on a caravan manifest that would take us both somewhere we would not come back from. I pressed my bleeding palms together, let the pain ground me, and began the third circulation of the night. The pendant burned against my chest like a coal refusing to go cold, like something waiting for the moment a door that had been shut for thirteen years would finally, irrevocably open — and behind it, not safety, not peace, not the comfortable ending that the weak allowed themselves to want, but something vast and merciless and entirely hers. Thirty days. She would be ready in twenty-se

He just pissed me off making my blood boil. I prepared a lecture I would give Justin before dropping the ‘you’re in charge’ bit. In the throne room for a second I believed he would mark my neck… The window cast a moonbeam in the hall illuminating the walls. I felt the magic there. The summer Solstice was approaching.

The Midnight Hour As the clock struck twelve, May slipped out of the cabin, her heart pounding in her chest. She had on a dark hoodie and jeans, blending into the shadows as she moved silently through the woods. The moon was a faint glow behind a veil of clouds, casting an eerie pallor over the landscape. Every step felt heavier than the last, each crack of a twig beneath her feet echoing like a gunshot in the silence. She reached the outskirts of the old warehouse, a dilapidated structure long abandoned, its windows shattered and walls covered in peeling paint. The place looked like it hadn’t seen life in years, yet tonight, it seemed alive with secrets.

Thirteen’s heart swayed, and she suddenly changed her mind. She proceeded to walk toward the division master. The division master narrowed his sharp eyes. “Thirteen, are you really going to listen to him?” Thirteen said, “My apologies, Division Master. You’ve been exposed to a strange poison, and you’ll not live long. If you die in my room, I can’t run from that responsibility. Why don’t I just kill you now? I’ll then destroy your corpse and the evidence. That’s how I’ll get the chance to live.” Afterward, Thirteen fiercely swooped toward him.