Twilight Midna Novels & Stories

It fits my schedule, helps with my mama's expenses in her recovery from cancer, and doesn't taint my reputation because of the mask I always wear. Ever since I started this job I was immediately known as reina de los muertos or the midnight queen. This is because of how I hunt my prey and how I kill them in the most brutal way possible. I never knew how exhilarating danger was if I just stayed inside my shell. Now I tasted blood, I never wanted to stop. My soul is tainted and it is irrevocable. Every mission I give to my mama's treatment and for my brother's expenses at school. This is usually how my life is every day. I treat people with care at day then at night, the underworld hires me to

@RedBoxingGloves: "Riddle of the day: who is this mystery omega walking around #BeastMaker today?" There are two attached photos of Midnight where almost all you can see are her endless, luscious legs and perfect äss. Her face is not very visible, but it's still obvious that she's beautiful. Maybe that's why her photos have over five thousand retweets. The replies are stupid, the alphas make perverted comments and the omegas make comments full of envy like she needs to eat a hamburger. That may be true, but her body is perfect and she doesn't need anything. @RedBoxingGloves: "Nobody guessed. Her name is Midnight and she is none other than the long lost daughter of Lion Vosse. A half-wolf. I

"She is the daughter of an alpha and a witch. The goddess has blessed our daughter with an incredible gift." It is time for you to wake up, my queen. The shadow finally spoke again, floating in front of Chloe to block her view. But I want to know why I'm seeing this and I want to know what a shadow wolf is. Chloe wanted to hold on for a little longer but something was pressing down against her soul, pushing her towards the void of slumber that was ready to swallow her up. Please! I need to know more! What has this got to do with me?

Dorian murmured, "I believe she is exactly my concern." Charlie swallowed. "Hi. Hello. I prefer being talked to instead of talked about, thanks." That earned her a faint curve of Dorian's mouth. Not a smile—he seemed too controlled for that. More like amusement he allowed himself to acknowledge. "Noted," he said. "Charlie, is it?" Wren bristled. "How do you know her name?" "Because," Dorian replied, "the prophecy speaks of a girl caught between two alphas. Did you think I wouldn't notice when someone entirely new started orbiting your territory?"

Twyla slammed both of her hands onto the top of my desk, leaning her face close to mine. “It is nothing but a media stunt!” Twyla shouted, her breath smelling of sweet wine. “Silas Winslow is an old fool. She is the exact same pathetic, crying little slave who used to serve you hot tea in this house. She is absolutely nothing. I am your chosen mate, Torin. I am the one who is bringing the massive Vanguard army to your father’s front gates.”

"I made a promise. I intend to keep it." Elara studied her for a long moment, her frost-colored eyes unreadable. "The rogue mentioned a weapon. A blade forged in the blood of a wolf-less woman. That is no ordinary weapon, Lyra. That is old magic. Older than the wolves. Older than the Lycans. It was created to kill the white wolf before the white wolf even existed." Kael moved to stand beside Lyra. "We know where to find the one who forged it. A woman named Morwen, living in the southern marshes."

she growled over at me with a frown, “Your name is Aurora, named for the new dawn. You are the twin sister of Zelena. You are the second born daughter of Micha and Lunaya Alvar. You come from the line of Selena, the chosen daughters, descendants of the All Mother herself. You hold the power of the Moon Goddess, and you bear her mark. You are mine to love, ours to cherish, and the world’s to adore. You are Aurora”.

I reach for the tendrils clinging to my wrists, but I my hands move through them like mist. “Damon of the Midsummer Pack,” a voice calls out. It’s soft but echoes everywhere. Feminine and quiet, it calms the storm raging in my mind. “Your life has not been kind.” My head turns toward the sound, and I struggle to move toward it, but I am bound to where I stand. A woman steps out of the silver fog, tall and luminous. Her blonde hair flows like starlight peeking through a cloud down her back. Her eyes are the color of the full moon, but not dull. They shine brightly and unearthly.

When the second body falls to her feet, she looks up at me, blood dripping down her chin, and her eyes slowly returning to her normal colours, though the red one only changes by a shade or two. “She’s a vampire?” We both turn to face the cell and I smirk at Xavier, “she’s a tribrid.” He scoffs, and all three of them shake their heads in disbelief. Aurora wipes the blood from her face with the back of her hand and glares at all of them. “I’m also your queen, so show me some fucking respect.” Fucking Nyx, she’s perfectly terrifying. Xavier’s pupils dilate in horror under her hardened gaze and the other two shrink back, avoiding her eyes.

My legs felt like lead, and my head swam, but the fire in my blood was roaring back to life. "Silvermoon is the primary power," Kayvon listed quickly, his fingers flying over the screen. "And there are two minor vassal packs—the Stone-Claw and the River-Runners." I looked at Zita, my eyes narrowing. "Go back. Get into the Twilight Zone. I don't care how many shadows you have to kill or how many laws you have to break. Find out if she is there. Find out if Tristan is hiding a ghost in his cellar."