Tora Midnight Poppy Land Novels & Stories

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

Matthew stopped in his tracks, staring at me in shock. Finally, he just snorted and said, "I’m glad you understand." At dinner, everyone was super friendly to Shirley. Matthew was extra nice, getting her a bowl of soup. However, then Shirley turned white as a ghost and gagged. Matthew was right there, rubbing her back, asking what was wrong. Shirley smiled, kind of embarrassed, "I'm pregnant. About two months along." The room went quiet for a few seconds. Matthew looked shocked, but then he was grinning from ear to ear.

His eyes, the same black as mine and my mother's, scan the eager faces gathered around the fire. “Thorntrees!” Damien calls out, and we all beat our chests in response to the name of our pack. “We gather under the watchful eye of the impending moon to ready five young hearts for their destined mates.” His words resonate through the clearing, a mixture of reverence and excitement palpable in the air. The pack members nod in agreement, their anticipation building like a storm on the horizon. But for me, the words send a tendril of dread through my heart.

Dear Reader, Thank you for walking this long journey with me. For holding Lunessa’s hand in the darkness. For standing beside Azrik through the fire. For dreaming with me, until the very end. But is it really the end? Some stories are too powerful to end here. Shaelith and Seraphira still have their tale to tell. ‘Twins of Midnight’ is coming January 2026. Set in a new age, where the world has shifted but their powers remain, only haunted by the mistake of their father.