Book Southern Lights Novels & Stories

An entire hour passed, but neither of them moved until the first snowflakes began to fall. Sia whose voice was softer now, asked, “Can we watch from the window? It is getting really chilly.” Leon nodded. They headed back inside, pulling a rug near the window. With cushions and a comforter, they settled in, snuggling together to stay warm as they continued to watch the sky. The aurora danced above them and was visible through the frosty glass. “Is it aurora borealis?” Sia asked, her voice filled with wonder. Leon shook his head. “No, it is not the northern lights. These are the southern lights—Aurora Australis.”

The time had finally arrived—the dazzling spectacle of the northern lights was about to unfold before their eyes. Ever since Blanche took her family on vacation, Athena had always dreamt of visiting Lapland. Sophie gloated all winter about the vacation. Her dream is now complete. "Look!" Athena exclaimed, her gaze fixated on the sudden appearance of vibrant green lights. "Whoa!" she gasped in amazement. The sky transformed into a stunning shade of green. Above her, the northern lights gracefully adorned the midnight blue canvas, resembling a captivating dance of flickering flames that cast an emerald glow.

to the scientists was evident—they were looking at a child as if he were a god. The Second Twenty-Four Hours: The Shadow of the South By the second day, the horizon began to darken. It wasn't a storm. It was the smoke from the Syndicate’s mobile refineries. They were moving in a massive, armored convoy, carving a road through the permafrost. Behind them, the banners of the Southern Council fluttered—lavender, gold, and blood-red. Sarah hadn't just returned to the South; she had returned with an ultimatum.

“You either learn from it, or you let it drown you. So maybe just… try not being a dickhead again.” I barked a short laugh. “Is that your great wisdom for tonight?” “Take it or leave it.” A flash of light pulsed at the edge of the corridor—soft, sudden, and unmistakably magical. The Northern Lights. Lira turned her face toward the glow. The light caught the golden undertones in her caramel skin, painting her in starlight and shadows. She looked like a warrior born from the dusk. Her grip on my hand tightened slightly. “Let’s go.”

Streaks of Light-green light floated above their joined hands spreading slowly till it was all around them. "What is this!?" Grey asked. Eyes glued to the beautiful northern-lights in the roof of stone clouds.. "My brother calls it Serena Borealis. It's my gift, I incepted the sensation of peace." And that was the last said in that cell as they both laid completely at peace for seconds turning to minutes going towards hours till a well deserved sleep joined the mix..

He will work hard to deserve Fallon’s unconditional love. “Then…” she spoke after a while. “Should we go see the northern lights?” He leaned away to properly look at her. Hopeful, his eyes shone. “Should we?” Sebby was left to Matt’s company the next night, while they took the bus to Telegrafbukta park, a telegraph bay just a few minutes away from the city and with a breathtaking view. They left early to catch the lights at any given moment during the night.

The only sound was the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of the diesel engine, a heartbeat of rebellion in a world of digital silence. As the Skimmer reached the open sea, the fog lifted for a split second. High above, a streak of fire cut across the stars. Another satellite. Another eye. Suddenly, Hope stood up. She walked to the edge of the boat, her eyes fixed on the horizon where the northern lights were beginning to shimmer in the distance. But the lights weren't green or blue. They were a flickering, unstable violet. "They're not just building a grid up there, Daddy," Hope said, her voice sounding hollow and cold.

The ground was so hot that even through their thick, rubber-soled boots, Audrey could feel the soles beginning to soften. "Don't look at the anchors directly!" Lucas warned, his light-arm glowing with a violent, unstable violet hue. "If you see the point where the light meets the iron, it’ll burn your retinas through your goggles." They moved toward the first tether. It looked like a solid spear of golden energy, ten feet thick, vibrating with a low, bone-shaking hum. The air around the anchor was distorted, shimmering with the intense ozone of the Southern technology. "How do we cut a beam of light?" one of the scouts whispered, his voice trembling.

Despite the car's limited roof space compared to the expansive sky, it was equally dazzling and radiant, with the lights glistening and interchanging. Larissa proposed, "Mister, how about we go see the Northern Lights together in the future?" Ambrose fixed his gaze on the Northern Lights and softly responded, "Yes, we'll go together one day." Larissa was with Ambrose on their way back to Hamilton Estate, thanks to the weekend. She had a book in her hands and read nonstop. Even during meals, she didn't drop her book. After the meal, as she walked with Ambrose, she continued to read.

he said and we all sighed. “Glad someone is thinking about it,” Madeline said behind me. Suddenly the lights flickered and we were plunged into darkness. “What's going on?” Madeline asked. “Don't know,” Andre said, “but it looks like the powers out,” he said. “The light in the south wing never goes off,’’ I said to Jacob. “Okay everyone keep your eyes open,” Jacob said. “How,” Carina cried out. “You need to calm down,” Andre said to her and honestly I wish she could.