Daytime Star Novels & Stories

I tell you, it's really deep. It has always been my dream. Back to the present day, It was a warm Sunday morning, Oh wait! Scratch that it was a warm Sunday afternoon, yeah..sue me! I slept until noon. I do that all lot and hell, I don't regret it. As I laid on my bed contemplating the last five years, I heard a growl on my stomach. I was really hungry but I don't wanna go into my kitchen since that would mean I would have to have an encounter with my alcoholic roomie also the kitchen was a mess. My room mate, Huh well, She is not the best. She worked as a bartender so mostly she worked late light and when she came back, She brings lotta friends and they just mess up the place and just ruin

he continues, keeping the intrigue alive by skirting around a straightforward answer. My irritation grows as his evasions taunt my curiosity. "Okay, okay, full disclosure," he relents, "You probably don't remember our chat the night we made love for the second time, when you fell asleep in my arms. I must have been so boring that it put you straight to sleep." "Honestly, I remember you discussing the meaning of 'light-years' and then losing me," I confess candidly. Dean proceeds to elaborate that we are roughly seven hundred light-years away from Earth and our home star, Soles. We find ourselves within the constellation in the Northern sky. Although this star system has no indigenous galacti

What? He wasn’t supposed to leave for three more days. Was he just… ditching her? Their deal? “I understand, Alpha Knox,” Alpha Damon said warmly. “You may return with your mate. We will say our goodbyes before nightfall.” “No, I’m sorry—it won’t be that long. We’re leaving after breakfast,” Knox said, glancing at Lydia. She stared blankly at him. How dare he break their deal? “Lydia, I hope you’ve said your goodbyes. Please be ready within an hour.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * TWO YEARS LATER GOLD COAST, AUSTRALIA * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * [ R Y D E R ] The dawn was breaking outside the window. This bluish and orange light was creeping up the night sky, signaling the beginning of yet another day. 6:30 AM, the clock read. Kara was still sound asleep, maybe last night took a toll on her?

He knew in an instant that it was Travis's ship. A three mass ship with dark sails. It was the complete opposite of The Morning Star. It was dark. Even the wood the ship was made out of was darker. It's dark sails had a white crescent moon with a small silver star that dangled off the end of the moon. It looked haunting as it sailed towards the open ocean. Ghostly against the dark sky. Gavin's throat felt like it was closing as he watched it.

The moon was a brilliant beacon that lit up the sky, the centerpiece the stars flocked around. At the very center, where Day and Night met, stood two men. They were part of the four that escorted us contestants to the house. I had once labeled them as Day, Night, Sunrise, and Sunset. Apollo was clearly sunrise, and the two men standing at the center of the clearing, were Day and Night.

Outside, fireworks burst again over Star City, their colors reflecting through the glass dome. From above, the world could see a single, brilliant symbol projected into the night sky — a golden sun encircled by a shining star. And beneath that light, Aeternum’s empire was no longer just a dream. It was alive.

We all hadn't noticed them earlier, but now as we did notice them, we all were awed at so much stars. "Do you see those two stars that are shining the brightest and are closest?!" She stated further and we all nodded, before looking down at her questioningly. Moonlight was making her face look even more beautiful. She was not looking at us. She was looking at the sky, supporting herself by placing both of her hands on the log, behind her. " It's the 7th night of 7th month today, They only come together tonight, after an year. Those two stars are Altair and Vegas"

VELARA'S POV Hours drag by as the dinner I prepared cools untouched on the table. I hadn’t made anything elaborate—just a simple pot of spaghetti with meat sauce since exhaustion had weighed me down and all I wanted was rest. Damon promised he would be home before dinner, yet two hours have passed since the food was ready. The clock now reads 7:30 p.m., and outside the storm has only grown more violent. Thunder cracks through the sky, lightning tearing it open in jagged streaks. No stars can be seen, not even the moon, swallowed whole by thick clouds.

A warmth brewed up, banishing the effect of the cold breeze. “Should I tell you something amazing?” Alex muttered into my ears. I nodded; that’s all my emotions could allow me. His painful, beautiful touch had tightened my throat once again. Alex pointed to a star. “That star is Sirius.” He snorted with a smile. My eyes widened. “When did Alex Dawson have interest in anything in the sky that wasn’t a plane?” His deep, luxurious laugh filled the air, instilling more warmth in me.