Midnight Sun Animation Novels & Stories

“Still… so bossy… my sun.” His hand found my stomach. “Protect her,” he rasped. “Promise me.” “You’re not dying!” I screamed, pressing my hands to the wound. Golden light my light poured from my palms. The wound began to close. Valerian’s eyes widened. “Impossible.” Far above us, in the throne hall, the eternal night sky cracked open for the first time in a thousand years. Real sunlight speared down in a single beam. And in that light stood Solaris alive, unharmed, crowned in dawn.

The sky over Obsidian Ridge was a velvet tapestry of deep indigo, brushed with shimmering curtains of gold and violet aurora light. It was the eve of the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year, the sacred moment when the ancient Sun Court and the Shadow Dominions of old had once aligned their celestial cycles. It was warm in the royal bedchamber, up in the Sovereign Spire. The obsidian walls were inlaid with subterranean solar conduits that poured a soothing heat over the plush fur rugs and white silk draperies, casting an amber glow.

While I, on the other hand, continued to sulk at the scenery while concocting another plan. The sun pulled to the west, casting spectacular hues into the stretching ocean beyond the cliff. Golden shades, orange, and pink hues cast rainbows against the sheen glass wall as the nighttime begins to swallow the day. Hanna still wasn’t done arranging my things. Though, I believe she was only sorting the clothes inside the closet and setting the vanity with all the cosmetics Megan had brought. I have also changed into some decent clothes even though I hated to admit that she was right, and it was really not that comfortable wearing nothing but a robe all the time.

The nursery lights steadied. Then the sun rose at midnight. Ra's boat had arrived over New York. A voice like noon over desert temples filled the world. WITNESS? NO. The windows turned gold. The old sun looked down. I REQUIRE WORSHIP.

"Doesn’t matter. You need protection. We all do. And a coven bond will make us stronger than anything Zach—or Derek—can throw at us." Rita’s chest warmed. She set the bowl aside. "Okay. Let’s do it." Midnight – The Old Oak Grove The moon hung full and heavy over the clearing, its silver light filtering through the ancient oak branches. The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water.

"It does sound better than here.” "I know so," Cedric replied. "This mating ceremony. The crowning of your Luna. These aren’t things to be done boxed in by traffic and glass towers. They deserve to happen where the Winters line began. Where it belongs." Silas was quiet for a beat, then nodded. "You’re right. It’s time." Cedric raised his glass slightly. "Then let’s bring everyone home." Outside, the snow kept falling, quiet and constant, as if the land itself waited for their return.

; I was just a wolf in motion. Then, the music cut. The lights went into a frantic, blinding strobe. The dance floor descended into the "Midnight Ritual"—a tradition where the lights stayed low for three minutes of anonymous indulgence. Through a flash of a strobe light, I thought I saw a tall silhouette—Andrew—leaning over Serena. I thought I saw her reaching up on her tiptoes to meet him. The lights went black. A wave of nausea and grief washed over me. I stood there, paralyzed in the dark, surrounded by the sounds of a hundred people losing themselves.

Gabriela The air is cold this early in the morning. The sun hasn't risen yet, but with the way the sky is starting to lighten just over the tree line, it's bound to happen any minute now. A shiver races up my spine, but not because of the cold or the fact that I've been dressed in a sheer material that is practically see-through—Alpha Storm's final act of humiliating me, no doubt—but because I know my new owner will be arriving soon.

My gaze drifts higher, genuinely puzzled by how a bright moon could shine almost every single night when the sun barely shows itself during the day. In Science class we'd been taught that the moon shines by reflecting the sunlight. Maybe in this world, it just doesn't count. For the past four nights, that moon had become my quiet companion. Somehow, I’d discovered it eased the heat stage for me. Since then, I’ve taken to sleeping on the balcony, letting the cool moonlight wash over my skin and dull the burning inside. A soft knock at the door pulls my attention away from my thoughts. Shawn? But Shawn doesn't knock.

The glass windows ripple like water. "Now look," she says, showing the shapes moving on her arms. The glowing structure behind them is identical to this new mythical looking diner. "This tattoo was a dream. Just abstract shapes that I remembered. I thought they were fragments of memories. Now, I don't t think that's it at all. Or not all of it. Look here." She pointed at where a glowing orb pulsed beneath her skin. "That's the Wolf Moon. Vuko is also looking now, frowning at the wisps of light and shade moving like shadow play beneath her skin. The original static shapes of the tatoos she had have gone. This, this is magic. And it's alive.