Midnight Sun Full Book Novels & Stories

Joseph felt the wind knocked out of him as he heard the whistle followed by the loudest sound he's ever heard in all his 16 years under the Tau Ceti sun. A whiz and BOOM. Whiz and BOOM. Explosion after explosion came pummeling down onto them. An unending barrage of terrifying heat and sound and fireball crashed all around them. Joseph covered his face as clods of disturbed earth pelted and rained down on him. His screams were drowned out by the loud thunders. It went on forever. Until it didn't. Then it stopped. He heard nothing afterwards except the constant ringing in his ear.

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.'

He meets quickly, shivering, dismissing with horror the slight numbness caused by the night's sleep just passed. The sun hadn't quite risen yet, yet the men and women had already poured into the street, in a hurry, taking older children and boys with them. Ystal wondered what was happening. It was certain it was not yet the time of the Purge; there were about two full moons left. Nor was it harvest time. So why all that movement at such an unusual time?

Lynx scrambled away, still laughing even as Nathaniel chased him through the underbrush, sparks flying from his fingertips. Lalaine shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "The grown-ups are more childish than the orphans," she whispered to the girls, leading them back toward the nun to show off their braided hair. ---- Meanwhile, the library was a tomb of silence. To Stella, it felt like an orphanage for old, forgotten books. She wandered the aisles until a spine on the highest shelf caught her eye. She climbed the rolling wooden ladder, her fingers trembling as she pulled the volume out. "The Moon Princess" was embossed on the cover. There was no author listed. She flipped it op

Chapter 100: Winter BOOK 2 LOST & BOUND The full January moon reflected brilliantly off the crust of snow covering the frozen lake. The frosty topping crunched beneath each footfall, but the lone man was the only soul around to hear it. The walk across the lake took him the better part of an hour. He could have driven the snowmobile but had opted against it. It wasn't that he didn't want to wake anyone. He simply appreciated the pre-dawn quiet.

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

Rita Rita woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains, her body lighter than it had been in days. The deep, bone-weary exhaustion had receded, leaving only a dull ache—like the echo of an illness fading. She stretched, her fingers brushing the thick Sotho blanket that had cocooned her all weekend. Freda glanced up from her spellbook as Rita shuffled into the common area. "Look who’s alive." "Barely," Rita muttered, collapsing onto the couch beside Pru, who wordlessly handed her a bowl of oatmeal drizzled with honey.

Calm Before the Storm (Isabella's POV) The library smelled like old paper and cedar polish. Sunlight slanted through tall windows, catching dust motes that floated lazy in the air. I’d slipped away after the snowball fight, cheeks still pink from cold and laughter, needing quiet to sort through the mess inside my head. Shelves stretched high, packed with leather-bound books that looked older than the pack itself. I pulled one down at random, thick, dark cover stamped with a crescent moon. Ancient Mate Bonds: Stories of the Moon Goddess’s Gift and Curse. My fingers traced the title. I sank into a worn armchair, opened it, and started reading.

I needed air—fresh, clear air, and to get away from the suffocating remnants of my solitude. As I stepped out into the cold, wintry world—the softest layer of snow under my boots—I felt the chill wrap around me, soothing my heated cheeks and swollen eyes. The storm had settled, leaving a peaceful blanket over the village. The sun's faint rays tried to break through, casting an enchanting sparkle on the frozen surface of the lake.

“Solitary. But beautiful. During the polar night, the sun doesn't rise for weeks. You learn to live by moonlight. Skiing beneath the Northern Lights is truly extraordinary.” “That sounds like magic,” she says admiringly. I scowl into my drink. Magic, huh? If she wants stories about the polar night, I’ve got plenty. Mine just happen to take place in a dilapidated trailer in interior Alaska, not a mansion on a cliff with a view of the fjords. “Was it lonely?” she asks him. My grip tightens on my wine glass. She might be a liar and a spy, but she’s my mate. That sweet, interested expression should only be for me. Not him. Not some Nordic fairytale prince with polished manners and a pedigree tha