midnight poppy land fanfic

Puot at sakit sa puso ang dinamdam ni Crystal Fuentes matapos magpakasal sa kanyang kapatid ang long-time crush niyang si Royce Consunji. Sa mismong gabi ng kasal, laking gulat niya na dinalaw siya nito sa kanyang silid at isang pagkakamali ang kanyang nagawa matapos ibigay ang sarili dito. Ngunit hindi lang iyon isang beses na nangyari, nasanay siyang dinadalaw siya nito tuwing hating gabi, at kahit alam niyang mali, tinanggap niya sa sariling kabit siya nito. Iyon nga lang, nasasaktan siya kapag umaakto itong parang walang nangyayari sa kanila sa tuwing kaharap ito sa umaga. Hanggang sa nalaman niyang buntis siya ngunit sakto ring buntis ang ate niya. Makasarili man, siya mismo ang nagsiwalat ng relasyon niya sa asawa nito. Ngunit dumoble lang ang sakit na nararamdaman niya matapos nitong itanggi ang lahat maging ang pinagbubuntis niya, gulat na gulat pa ito at sinabing ni minsan ay hindi siya dinalaw sa kanyang silid. Sa galit ng kanyang mga magulang ay ipinatapon siya sa ibang bansa upang pagtakpan ang kahihiyan ng kanilang pamilya. Sa kanyang pagbabalik, nagulat siya noong muli siya nitong bisitahin sa kanyang silid sa kalagitnaan ng gabi. Galit na galit ito. "How dare you leave me and hide my daughter, Crystal?"

Evelyn’s ancestors made a deal with demons to save their land in the human realm. But to pay off the debt Evelyn is forced into slavery in another realm where vampires, faeries, witches, and werewolves are very real. She was supposed to be starting her career, not falling in love with vampires and dark magic. And not only has she given up her life, against her will, as an IOU to a clan of vampires but she also finds out that not everything in her life is what it seemed to be...

Midnight Hunters, a group of criminals that are being chase by the government. They are still unknown by the public, this mysterious group has been the pain in the ass of the Mayor of their town. Many people don't know them, they just known for being scary, brutal murderers and a dangerous group, they must be put behind bars. The people are ordered to stay away if they saw a dagger that has a symbol of a crescent moon with the name Midnight Hunters imprinted on it, that's when you know the group is near. They are a scum in the society, criminals that need to be punish by law, they make every people feel fear. They need to be caught immediately. But the question is… are they really the problem?

Year XX26 when a plane had gone missing. No one has heard from it since then. Search parties were called off and passengers were declared dead. People tried calling out to them through their phones. They hear it ring but no one answers. Nathalia Trayce's father was on that plane and she's determined to find out where or what exactly happened to him; by going to the place that her father was suppose to go. Hoping to find more clues, she boarded a plane passing through the Pacific Ocean when an unexpected thing happened; their plane crashed and they suddenly found themselves in an underwater land. The Atlantis, where they found out that they were responsible for the missing planes in order to save them from the government. At least, those who posses Atlantean genes - a superior gene that help improve their physical and mental abilities. But why can Nathalie hear the thoughts of sea creatures - an ability that is suppose to be for Byron, who's the said reincarnated demigod? Trained by an Atlantean general named Skyr, and learning that her ex-bestfriend, Trei, was actually one of the Atlantean rebels. Nathalia had to choose which side to take. Or in her case, who to believe.

Layla was one of the so-called ‘meat’ to be served at the ‘demon’s table’. When midnight came and the howling of the king resounded in the woods, she knew she would die. With strong determination to fulfill at least one of her lifelong dreams, she ran her mouth and desperately asked her predator a favor in exchange for her complete submission to death. In the eyes of the powerful beast, she was nothing but a talking flesh and so her wish was granted. Little did she know, her life was about to change.Under the moonlight glow, two creatures are fated to meet. It's the fateful encounter that would turn the world filled with traitors of own kind upside down. With hatred and vengeance as the core of the bloody havoc, only those with power can survive.Will the burning love and developed compassion be enough to remedy the pain and anger buried deep in one’s heart? Or would it turn into sharp fangs to destroy those who were against the sheer glow of the light?Perhaps it was Layla’s fate to meet the beast who’d change her life or was it the beast whose life going to be ruined with her fatal schemes.Midnight Feast is now serving…Theoria~

Avyanna had been judged and criticized her whole life as a werewolf. If it wasn't her extremely dark skin, it was her unusually tall height. If it wasn't her size, it was her hair color. Avyanna was able to pull through because of her father's love and her best friend's support. Avyanna's father's death hurt her mentally and damaged her ego, leaving her uninterested in the Alpha title. This made her spiteful brother happy as she was no longer interested. Things changed when she got her powers and kept having disturbing dreams. Alcinder, Avyanna's best friend was pronounced mateless for life as his wolf was missing. On reaching puberty, he could not transform into a wolf, even with his strong wolf genes. His wolf was either born different or non-existent, as said by the pack's healer. Elektra(Avyanna and Alcinder's best friend), is a healer and a white magician. After receiving her gift, she dedicated her life to helping her friends get their life in order. Their life is thrown into more chaos as Alcinder's aunt, Velda, and vampire mate, Salvatore brings an army to destroy all the packs of Alparos.

He was twisted in every way. Knows nothing about boundaries and a heart made out of ice and steel. He kills those he deems to rot in hell and those who dare disobey him. And definitely, he will torture anyone who dares lay a hand on HER. Damon Montreal, a notorious mafia boss in the city, had set his eyes only on one woman. The only light to his darkness Cara Davidsons. While she was the CEO’s princess daughter, she had all she needed. Yet, no matter how perfect her life seemed to be, there was a shadow that followed her everywhere. A prowling presence beneath the veil of darkness. A monster of a man. A phantom that visits her every night and watches her sleep. “You are mine, Cara. You are fucking mine.” With a voice so velvety and rich, compelling her to dive into his dark, messed-up world. Will she be able to embrace the devil that only she could tame and accept him for who he is? Or that Damon would be too ruthless and engulf the remaining ray of light in his life.

'God, I'm late again!' Jane thought as she hurried through the streets. 'Mr. Smith is going to be so mad!' She decided to take a shortcut through some back alleys that she would normally rather avoid. Suddenly, she heard a series of whimpers, thumps, and yelps coming from another alley nearby. It sounded like a dog in pain, being beaten by something heavy 'Maybe if I make a noise, whatever is attacking that dog will get scared and run.' She stopped. She had just peaked her head around the corner and saw not one but two . . . men? . . . standing at the other end of a dead-end alley and overlooking a very large, furry pile of animals that seemed to be twitching. Normally, Jane would have been filled with terror at that moment, but terror was normally reserved for those with something to lose. There was a part of Jane, however, that still clung to the charade that was her life. Her hands began to tremble and her lungs released a scarcely audible gasp. Then the two standing figures turned and faced the end of the alley where Jane was hiding. "I'm going to call the police!" she shouted, lacking anything better to say. One of the figures shook his head and smiled. All his teeth seemed to be far too pointy. "That would be a very . . . terrible . . . mistake," he hissed, his words escaping his mouth like dead air from a pharaoh's tomb. And then both of them headed towards her at an inhuman pace. "No," one of them rasped. "Finish it. I'll get the girl." The other one stopped and snarled some kind of response.

In a world where different creatures mingled with humans, despite struggling with the world's hardships, fighting for survival, and attempting to escape the clutches of the night creatures, humans, no matter what they did, always ended up as a tool for survival. On their quest to acquire power, freedom, and wealth, this dark power's only source of survival was through one soul; the soul of a freeborn. This soul, being an embodiment of power, could change anything and everything. Kate Warren was this soul. She was a young, spirited woman whose soul was purer than a dove and was sought by different creatures who would do anything to take everything from her. Her soul was a power treasure for the demons and a great source of energy for the witches, while her blood was the life-sustaining elixir for the night creatures. All these things they sought were the keys to unlocking power. Kate was the only survivor in her town when a massacre took place that caused the deaths of her family. Unknown to her, she was the motive behind the massacre. Her bad days changed for the worst when she got abducted by a demon. Facing the chaos surrounding her and building a strong shield around herself Kate found solace in the arms of the night whisper. The whispers of the night had a certain attraction for her. It always drew her to Clarence Roosevelt, whose name shook her very soul and core, and was also death and life to her. Having discovered that the only person who can lead her into and also away from destruction is herself, will she save herself and others from destruction, or will she be the destruction itself? “All she needed to do was listen to the Night Whispers”.

Insomnia, depression and what's worse, he had absolutely no appetite. Things couldn't get any worse for him. Yet when life had already made him hit rock-bottom, there was nothing left to lose anymore. Thrown into such situation, a young man who wasn't in the best mental condition, suddenly got nicknamed Midnight and found himself visiting the same girl over and over again every night in her backyard. The girl being the same one he had had a crush on years ago. The problem is... This girl has no idea who he is, nor did he have any intention to let her know. In such situation a question arises: How do I make her like me back?