Novel & Cerita Midnight Sun Animation

In my sixth year of running an inn in Rimevale, I'm diagnosed with bone cancer. I leave the inn in the hands of my fiancé, Eric Jones, and head to Varenia with nothing but an old enamel mug. Once I'm there, I start a livestream called "My Last 100 Sunsets." Every day at 7:00 pm, I turn the camera toward the snowcapped mountains and make coffee just out of frame. On my 31st livestream, a comment suddenly catches my eye. "Wait. Does that mug at the edge of the frame have a V-shaped chip in it?" Six years ago, when a blizzard left us stranded in the mountains, I kept that same mug filled with hot spiced cider for Eric all night. The chat explodes. "That's Alice Graham from Veylune Inn!"

Morwen woke to the fourth-hour bell and the first light of dawn. She walked to the garden alone. The gold flowers were glowing, their petals bright against the morning sky. Winter was already kneeling beside Clara's grave, her hands on the soil. "Good morning," Winter said, without looking up. Morwen sat on the stone bench. "Good morning." Winter looked at her. "The watcher is happy today. The solstice is over. The light is returning." Morwen smiled. "The watcher is always happy when the light returns." Winter returned to her tending. Morwen sat on the bench and watched the sun rise over the Academy's towers.

*** When the sun starts to stray from the skies to kiss the seas, I exit the castle. The summer heat is significantly less at this time of the day, and the sunrays are less harsh. The sun itself glows orange in the distant mountains, setting serenely t give way to the night. Today is a new moon day, hence the only light source in the sky would be from the stars. Commonly, this is considered to be inopportune for a Midnight ceremony as visibility would be less. But we were werewolves, dubbed as the creatures of the night. Such things would never deter us from fulfilling our traditions.

Every fucking thing is messed. I slowly stride towards my window. I pull it's adjustable rope. It slowly pull open. It Windows pull open. Am welcomed by the rising sun's solar reflection. I squeeze my eyes and introduce protection with my palm. Sun after all day including an extra six hours nap really is painful to eyes. Werewolf not excluded. My body though will adjust after few seconds. As expected, it does. The sun's effect ain't painful or felt again. Everyone and everything seems pretty clear now.

Adora helplessly argued. "Is that so? Then she is welcome to do her worst!" Further attempts to convince Edwardo to release the siren were futile. The man was too blinded by greed to see the impending doom. And it came. The quiet waters of the golden seas suddenly became turbulent as several groups of sirens in their hundreds swam towards the surface. At exactly midnight, the scaly-tailed creatures crawled out of the water, shifting immediately to dazzling beauties. They ventured into the city and the once quiet night was disturbed with screams and cries of agony.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

The only thing to do was to keep being covered, as frost grew over the windows even as the duvet kept me warm a bit. I watched the ice-crystals grow and glow in the almost dark sky for a while, allowing my brain to be empty of any kind of worry, content to exist and be. "The morning would bring the beauty of the ice for sure, that crunch under boot and the bold greeting cold air brings." I encouraged myself as I watched the evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky. Gradually, all faded, and before I could process and understand everything, it was midnight already. It felt like the day was fast forwarded right before

That thought was quickly tossed aside because if that was the case, the noises I made by kicking in a window aloud with my own cries and outburst from dressing my wounds would undoubtedly have been heard. Curled up between the two chairs with my face barely sticking out of my sleeping bag, my eyelids feel weighted with exhaustion and the comfort of finally being warm. The small LED lantern is in the dimmest mode, sitting on the table beside me casting a soft warm light. I usually sleep best in pitch black darkness, but am not brave or crazy enough to sleep without a light turned on while I'm inside this abandoned building at night. The last thing I remember doing before passing out for the n

The moonlight faded and was replaced by the bright sun rays radiating through the woods. Zev opened his eyes to the sound of the water rushing by the river and the pleasant breeze blowing the leaves and twigs in the vast forest. He put a hand over his eyes to protect them from the sun. It surprised him to find himself in a strange but somehow familiar place. It was not long ago since he drifted to sleep and waking up suddenly with the night sky gone after just a few minutes was already hard to believe. Zev looked around and saw no one beside him.

I knew my suffering had ended. For now. I stepped out of the bathroom and noticed it was already evening. I quickly dressed and headed to Lunaris. The full moon hung low and smug in the sky like it knew something I didn’t. Lunaris stood ahead of me like a goddamn temple—sleek glass, sharp edges, and that eerie, bluish glow that made it feel alive. A line of well-dressed people wrapped around the building like they were waiting for salvation. Or damnation. Same thing, really.