Book Southern Lights Novels & Stories

Kai resisted the urge to throw the report at his beta’s head. Lucien stepped inside, crossing his arms. “Another sighting?” “Yes.” Kai tossed the parchment across the table. “Northern ridge. A hunter claimed he saw a ‘column of pale light’ rising from the rocks.” Lucien skimmed the report. “Could be rogue Moonbreathers.” “That’s what the scouts think,” Kai said quietly. “But something’s off.” “Off how?” Kai didn’t answer immediately. He didn’t want to say it out loud. Didn’t want to admit how the very phrase moonlight sighting carved through him.

All too suddenly darting green, red, and yellow sparks lit up the dark skies in the distance, just beyond the forbidden snowy mountains, with the occasional booming sounds like thunder. With a bit of excitement, Catori watched the show. Unbeknown to her what was really happening. The snow fell heavily, coating her emerald green nightgown, giving it a distinctive glow like the Southern Lights she was used to. “Catori, get inside now!!” her mother yelled. Catori turned her head ever so slightly, causing her mid-back silver-blonde hair to fall into her mismatched blue and golden eyes. She pursed her full downturn pink lips as she ignored her mother’s words.

In the end, he left the room, slamming the door after muttering, “Behave yourself.” The bedroom fell into a suffocating silence. I sat on the bed for a very long time. On that night, my longing for a family faded, and my love for my brother turned cold. As for Shawn, he would never know the real truth behind why I went blind in the first place. Late at night, when all was quiet, I grabbed my documents and my passport, carefully feeling my way toward the back exit of the Mercer estate. There was a small gate there that had no guards posted.

But despite that, time stopped and all the breath in our bodies left at once when suddenly the glass toppled on the surface of the table, before almost in slow motion it tipped off the side, the crystal glass smashing to pieces as the red liquid spilled across the floor. Both Aria and I watched in horror as the wine seeped into the floorboards and when I cast my eyes over to Aria she was already staring back at me. We both shared a fear stricken look as the most recent of Aria’s vision came true. And if it wasn't already terrifying enough, Jayden’s panicked voice filtered through into my head. ‘Aiden, there's about four hundred rogues and an estimated fourty dozen hunters heading in the dire

He nodded, hearing the harmonies bend into the next verse. Not everything came back the same way. Some were reconstructed in voices that never lost their start. --- Documentation Menu Being there Details Important details Massive crowd People sitting Row back Stretched legs Sunday morning Sunday service 7:33 PM — Lantern Path, Between Sectors L and J Tiny lights illuminated the walkway, fueled by dusk triggers and timed low-res batteries. Alongside the path, long glass tubes contained bioluminescent algae, soft green glowing—an experiment become a look. Elira stopped beside one, observing bubbles ascend within. "Do you think they're still evolving?"

Ryan wanted to ask if she could devour the hearts twice, but he had no voice. When Megan finished, KuLaa stood up from her sitting position and picked up another burning sage. She waved it around their heads, seven times each, while muttering a strange language in an inaudible voice. When she was done, she used some white substance to make markings on their body and also spread the same substance around the outer part of the circle. After doing this, she stepped out of the circle and started saying incantations aloud. It was a long and senseless action to the two people in the circle but to their shock, like three minutes after the incantations started, the marking around the circle lit up i

Glass spiderwebbed across one of the panes. “What’s waking?” Mara demanded. “The reason the light was built,” Alden replied. “It isn’t to guide ships away.” Another impact. Stronger. Below the surface, a shape the size of a small island shifted, its outline illuminated briefly by lightning. A colossal eye opened—pale and luminous in the deep. Mara stumbled back. “That’s not real,” she breathed. “It’s very real,” Alden said. “And it follows the light.” The beacon flared brighter.

The morning after the light was a world made of glass. The sky over the Northern Shelf was a deep, impossible blue, and the air was so still that the sound of a settling ice sheet miles away echoed like a bell. The geothermal basin, once a hive of humming energy and violet fear, was now just a bowl of black stone and white drifts.

I set the photo on fire with a lighter, and I watched in silence as it turned to ash. ... In the days that followed, I kept my tears and tantrums to myself. Slowly but surely, I let out the news and proof of my dad ditching his first love. Seeing him run around like a headless chicken gave me a twisted sense of satisfaction. By the time I left Cascade City, Rebecca and Nash's world had crumbled. The day before I took off, Calvin showed up at the Smiths'. "Heard you're heading to Zephyr City," he said, his voice so flat I could not read him.

The shield closed, and we were left to wait outside. An hour passed. Then two. In the third hour, the circle began to flicker with an unnatural light, a color that didn't belong in a proper healing ritual. Martha gripped my arm nervously. "That light… something's wrong." Elder Thomas's face grew grim. "She's using the wrong herbal combination. If this continues, it will—" His words were cut off by a guttural, animalistic scream. The sound was completely inhuman, filled with pain, despair, and… an unspeakable horror.