Midnight Sun Free Online Read Novels & Stories

Freja watched the sun rise above a snow bank while she waited for Zarek to finish his business. Pale pinks and blues painted the sky as the sun rose behind them, the bright orb waking everything that slept. Golden rays washed across Freja as she stood in a beam that cast through the trees, lighting up her body. She practically glowed. The sun hadn’t shown in three long days. Thanks to the storm Zarek and Freja had to extend their stay at the inn.

With long pointed and piercing nails, she flipped through the pages of the book and her eyes rested on a page filled with spell words. Suna closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, the chirping sound of insects quickly died down and not a sound could be heard, "Fac mihi tam pulchr a Puerto et cui resisti non potest rex semper amat me (Make me beautiful, young and irresistible to men including the king)" she read aloud in Latin with sharp terrifying eyes. At once, a thick green light like smoke emitted from the book touched her face. Her hair glowed and shone brightly that the light was blinding. Her eyes became as blue as the sea and her hair flowed as a gentle breeze passed through her. Instantl

NOTE: HI GUYS! The following chapters will be teasers for this book. This particular book is a series on its own with five books. Let me know if you like it after reading the teasers. INTRODUCTION Two years ago, Caidyn caused a young man to drown in the waters of loss after he had seen her. On that day, Lucien Dracmon sat on a rock at the riverbank, starring at the beautiful petals of a moon flower that grew only around this particular river. It only bloomed at night and he had come out because of it and to also comfort himself.

Smirk sharp as shattered crystal. “Didn’t I give you one just as grand last week? What’s there to envy?” His fingers tightened on her waist, backing her against the wrought-iron pergola draped in jasmine. “Play your part. Don’t slip around Lena. Everything she has? You’ll have it too.” Now I remember. Five nights ago, crimson meteors streaked across New York’s southern skyline, a blood-magic spectacle. He’d texted: “Clan emergency. Working late.”

The North Spire of the Midnight Maw was a place of endless twilight, even when the sun was supposed to be at its zenith, the thick, obsidian-infused stones of the tower seemed to drink the light, leaving only a cool, violet glow that didn't hurt my eyes. For the first time in eighteen months, the constant, low-grade fever I’d carried, the byproduct of siphoning Kaelen’s excess solar energy had broken, I felt cold, a deep, hollow cold that originated from my womb and radiated outward to my very fingertips.

Maya’s POV Midnight is rude. It removes logic. It removes fear. It removes clothing in your imagination before you can stop it. And unfortunately, my imagination has a favorite victim. My next door neighbor is tall, unfairly attractive, and has the kind of voice that could convince a nun to sin without even raising his tine My name is Maya Collins. I am nineteen. I am supposed to be focused on saving my family business, finishing university, and behaving like a responsible adult.

“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.

It wasn't long before she found out that she could read everything despite very slowly. It was a poem, which read as follows: 'It was the Coming of the Midnight Sun, A daughter of the Sacred Wood, Lay in a chamber of the House of the Moon, And thus shall wither like a dying star Til the touch of a virgin at dawn.'

She could still feel the exhilaration of running with Kail in the woods. Bright sunlight. A never-ending light. She smiled at the thought that perhaps this would last forever. Silje smiled often nowadays. She secretly wondered if the dark cloud in her heart would completely disappear one day. The white nights of July. It seemed like winter would last forever, but summer had arrived. The Scandinavian summer. “The white nights will begin in July. The midnight sun is a natural phenomenon that occurs in the summer when the sun remains visible during midnight. There will be various summer festivals…”

While massaging her feet Antonio was reading a story to Jeevika where he read a paragraph " After like decades, my journey seemed to come to an end. The warmth of the fire was beautiful but the warmth of the sun can be a life, I learned when its rays fell upon me and the snow all over me sparkled like stars. Stars at night I had witnessed but a star in the day I had never before. That star was the Sun. Sun is invisible! I witnessed it when I saw my tears wetting my eyelashes and running down drenching my cheeks. It was warmth. The rays of the sun scattered into seven shades of love welcoming me back to life. My red hands shivered as they moved up to embrace the sun between them but before I