Book Southern Lights Novels & Stories

She takes my hand in hers and squeezes it gently. "We are werewolves, not monsters," she says softly. "Our pack is called the Shadows and is led by Gabriel Valley. He became our leader after his father's death some months ago." I sigh and turn to look at her. Her blue eyes look sad as she stares at me. "I promise you my child, you are not a monster. Being different is your greatest power," she whispers, grazing her fingers across my eyebrows. "You'll see," she adds with a faint smile. I stare at her drowning in my thoughts. I think about everything. Me. Them. The pack. I'd have sworn last night was just a dream but I know what I saw and felt. It was all too real. "Your father and I are going

into the code to keep the planet "Real." The result was the "Atmospheric-Aurora." Above the Antarctic, a curtain of light erupted that spanned the entire electromagnetic spectrum. It wasn't the violet of the Sombra or the blue of the Detroit-Standard. It was a "Living-White-Light"—the sum of all human and post-human frequencies combined.

"There’s nothing wrong with it. It just faces north. It’s too cold. I want a south-facing room. It doesn’t matter if it’s smaller." I really was cold. The brain tumor had thrown off my body’s ability to regulate temperature. It felt like I was trapped in a freezer all the time. Only sunlight gave me even a hint of warmth. "Cold? Then turn on the A/C." Mom looked at me like I was being unreasonable. "The south-facing room is your Uncle Jonathan’s study. The other one is a storage room." "Then I’ll take the storage room." Her eyes widened. "Are you insane? You’re turning down a perfectly good guest room to live in a storage closet? Are you trying to make your Uncle Jonathan think I’m abusing y

It hurt so badly that I broke out in cold sweat and pulled myself into a fetal position, shivering hard under my blankets. I thought of getting something to drink and got up, carelessly making my way downstairs to the kitchen. The lights in the living room weren't turned on. However, I caught sight of a dark figure sitting on the couch in the darkness. It was Leonard. He sat on the couch without moving a muscle. He was holding a cigarette between his fingers, the faint glow flickering in the dark. I didn't dare to make a sound and thought of retreating as quietly as possible. "Since you're already up, you might as well come over."

I felt rushed of coldness running through me, it made me reach for Walter as he wrapped me in his arm, rubbing my shoulder and giving me the warmth that I needed. "I need to ask my elders, this is way beyond my knowledge." She got up and reached above her kitchen cabinets, and retrieved some candles, then she closes all the shades and curtains making the room dimmer for her needs. Walter and I sat in silence in front of her as she does her thing, minutes went by as she communicates with her elders then the candles unexpectedly are blown out by a gust of wind, darkness surrounds us immediately. Walter grabbed my hand immediately, assuring me that I was safe, that he was next to me.

“Boreal aurora, dear. It is a phenomenon that occurs when solar wind hit the Earth's magnetic field. Only at night can you see such lights in the sky ... Usually, they emit the colour green or red, but look, there are other colours now ...” The splendour of the lights was divine. Even a bright mind could hardly understand how such a show could be so easily created on the starry sky. For a few moments, even Miss Harmony was speechless. “I am amazed too, even though I admired this light shower during so many nights. It looks like sunbeams carried by the wind. It's wonderful ... but wouldn't you like to come back?” The girl who felt cold and shivered, signalled to her that she wanted to leave,

One evening, as they settled down in a vast open clearing, the night sky began to transform before their eyes. A mesmerizing display of colors danced across the heavens, illuminating the darkness with ribbons of emerald green, vibrant pink, and celestial blue. The pack gazed in wonder at the breathtaking spectacle—the Northern Lights. Emily's voice filled with awe, "Look, everyone! It's the dance of the Northern Lights! I've heard stories of this celestial beauty, but to witness it firsthand is beyond anything I could have imagined." Liam's eyes sparkled, "Indeed, Emily. This is a true wonder of nature, a display of cosmic magic that ignites our spirits and reminds us of the boundless beauty

“Start from the beginning.” A scout immediately stepped forward. The northern patrol disappeared first. “Any bodies?” “No.” “Signs of battle?” “None.” Murmurs spread across the room.The scout continued. “Then the eastern towers reported strange lights.” Lyra stiffened. “Silver lights?” The scout nodded. “Yes.” That earned several uncomfortable looks. Everyone had heard what happened at the tower by now. Everyone knew Lyra had encountered the silver woman and everyone was trying very hard not to stare at her.

He pulled me against his side, his slitted golden eyes looking down at me with an intensity that burned hotter than any Southern sun. "The message has been delivered," Silas murmured, his gravelly voice filled with a dangerous, untamed pride. I looked out the shattered tower window, watching the sun finally sink below the western horizon, casting the Crimson Sands into a deep, blood-red twilight. The light of the South was officially dying, and the endless night of the North was just beginning. "Let's go take their city," I whispered.

Winter on the coast was a moody, magnificent beast. The storms were more theatrical, the lulls between them softer, the light a pale, liquid gold. The Tidewater Trail, now bedecked with subtle, solar-powered fairy lights for the solstice season, became a place of stark beauty. The “Soup & Stargazing” event was a roaring success, with Miranda using a laser pointer to connect constellations to local marine life myths, and Hank declaring his fish chowder “the only celestial body worth worshipping.”