Jasper Hale Eclipse Novels & Stories

I described the dream, the faceless opponent, the moon covering the sun, causing total darkness on earth. Makarius pulled out his phone, frowned at the screen, then looked at me with concern. "Tomorrow’s a total eclipse, Victoria," he said softly," and it's more than just a celestial event-it's tied to your dreams." "Yeah, well," I said, my hands trembling, "I can’t lose you, Makarius. I’m scared." "Victoria, breathe. It’s just a dream." "No," I snapped, sharper than I meant to. "It’s not just a dream. I can feel it."

And below that, mine. Luna Eclipse. Born 2009. No death date yet. But if the pattern holds, I have less than ten years left. Maybe less than five. The thought makes me sick. I push the journal away and stand up, pacing my small room. Nova shifts in her sleep but doesn't wake. I can't just accept this. Can't just wait to die like every Eclipse before me. There has to be a way to break the curse. To survive. I return to the desk and pull out another journal. This one is written by someone named Helena Eclipse. She lived in the 1800s.

The royal astronomers had predicted a rare, total solar eclipse—a celestial event that the fearful ancients had viewed as an omen of total destruction, but which Elena had meticulously, and brilliantly, reframed as a symbol of cosmic transition and rebirth. "They're calling it the 'Eclipse Coronation' in the city," Kaelen noted, stepping close and resting his hand gently on her shoulder, his palm feeling the vibrant life stirring beneath her dress. "It’s a powerful, resonant image. The shadow passing, and the new era rising in the brilliant light that follows. It is exactly what this empire needs."

“Four days from now. The day of the solar eclipse and the summer solstice.” I turned my head to look at my father. We have all heard the stories about a wolf born on the day of a solar eclipse. I wonder if Harper has heard them. A solar eclipse isn’t something that happens often. It is a very rare event. My father plans to throw a huge celebration to honor our Goddess of the moon, Selene. Getting lost in my thoughts. It is a good thing that my father was staying on track with why we were here. He continued his conversation with Harper, asking a question that brought me back to the topic of our meeting.

He didn't just fall; he steered us, his large frame acting as a shield against the jagged debris of the falling island. We hit the ground not with a thunk, but with a shockwave that flattened the dead, grey grass for miles. I coughed, my lungs screaming as the thick, ashen air of the Wastelands rushed in. I pulled myself from Eryx’s grip, my emerald eyes blinking against the gloom. The sun was no longer golden or even violet. It was a black disc, ringed by a halo of sickly, pulsing purple light. The Great Eclipse had begun.