Brighter Nights Novels & Stories

“But luna, what about your protection?” “I don’t need protection anymore. But this pack does. The Aurora pack isn’t ready yet. Gamma Nash, this perpetual night is going to turn darker in the coming years, but I want you to tell our soldiers, our warriors, our knights and our pack an old quote — tell them that after the darkest night comes the brightest morning. Tell them that… the sun will rise again,” I said. “Luna… what do you mean? What are you going to do?” He looked at me, concerned.

She wasn't just sending a light; she was sending instructions. The Spires Blink Back The response was not immediate. For three days, the golden beam pulsed rhythmically against the dark clouds above the Syndicate capital. Then, on the fourth night, something happened that made Varick drop his binoculars in shock. A small, stuttering light appeared on the horizon. Then another. Then dozens. The workers in the Scrap-Wastes and the lower tiers were using salvaged mirrors, polished tin plates, and even broken glass to reflect the Nightfang’s light back at them. They were blinking in unison.

“Should we send this together? Double prayers should be heard by Heaven without doubt, right?” “Alright.” ‘Let’s pray that we can always defeat darkness, and that those important to us stay safe and sound.’ The dark blue night was beautifully adorned by hundreds of lanterns floating higher and higher up to the sky. After he could no longer distinguish their lantern from the countless others above, Ler lowered his head, and noticed the bit of grass and dirt in her hair. It probably became that way when she was planting her flower seeds. He lifted his hand and brushed those things off her hair before he realized what he was going.