Midnight Sun Full Book Novels & Stories

Rain hammered against the windows nonstop while fog slowly spread across the road ahead. Then the hotel appeared. Winona straightened immediately. The Midnight Hotel stood in the middle of the mountains like something pulled out of an old gothic movie. Warm golden lights glowed behind enormous glass windows while fountains shimmered beneath the storm outside. It looked luxurious, elegant, and strangely isolated from the rest of the world. “Okay,” Ava breathed. “I would absolutely die here.” “Comforting choice of words.” The moment they stepped inside, warmth surrounded them. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead while soft piano music drifted through the massive lobby. Beautifully dressed st

The Architecture of the Winter Lease The middle of the chapter was a stark, emotionally demanding transition from the romantic haze of our liberation to the cruel, un-optimized reality of the changing season. The New Wild was a magnificent draft, but it was a draft written in the northern hemisphere, where the sun was a distant, golden coin that spent less time on the horizon every day.

(INTO THE LULLABY) “BORN as one, but split by time, twins that should never depart will hold the sun and the other the moon. The starts in between and the life they hold, protected, the ones who should protect, but will be torn by fate and lies. How would their life end up into, from the loop of insanity that’s starting to mark their reality?” With the book that she holds within her hands, the title that is unrecognizable in the present time, and with the words that no one could read, but somehow, she can. The gift from above that she considers her treasure, is asking her for something that’s kept her wondering for a while now, where it rings along with the following words. “Alone at night?

Two white wolves face the sunrise. I peel my cheek from the pages of the massive book sprawled across my desk, blinking into the soft glow of the sun pouring through the window. The tan stone walls and crappy wood furniture come into view, replacing another vision of dense forests and moonlit plains. “Shit,” I whisper, running my hand over my face, then through my hair as I blink down at the book. What had I been doing? Oh, right. Studying for an upcoming exam about the Rosetta people.

@RedBoxingGloves: "Nobody guessed. Her name is Midnight and she is none other than the long lost daughter of Lion Vosse. A half-wolf. I look forward to her return to #BM tomorrow." I stop myself from replying to those comments because I think I might get in trouble. Also, I'm not sure if Midnight is going to be happy with this new attention she's about to get. If I say anything and let it be known that we are friends, everything is going to get worse for her. I'm not the most loved person in the clan (or other clans) and it definitely wouldn't give her a very good reputation. I put my phone aside after being on it for almost half an hour and pick up my book, ready to sit down and read it.

He just pissed me off making my blood boil. I prepared a lecture I would give Justin before dropping the ‘you’re in charge’ bit. In the throne room for a second I believed he would mark my neck… The window cast a moonbeam in the hall illuminating the walls. I felt the magic there. The summer Solstice was approaching.

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

I don’t even know how far I fell or how I was rescued. As I leave dinner and move to walk back inside the packhouse, the cold chill from nights ago hits me. The very thing that set that fateful night in motion. The sun has just set and the air is thick with humidity. I’ve gotten used to this climate which is all the more reason the cold strikes me as bizarre. My eyes move to a post that sits just in front of the door, the crest of the pack is burned into it. “The Midnight Protectors; Light in the Dark.”