Midnight Sun Full Book Novels & Stories

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.

Yeah, I know, I'm weird. As I lay there, wrapped in my sleeping bag, I couldn't help but notice that I didn't feel the cold, despite the chilly rain. In fact, I never felt cold during the winter months, nor did I feel the heat during summer. It was like I was immune to the weather. Weird, huh? I guess I'm not quite human. Eventually, the rain stopped, and the moon emerged from behind the clouds. It was full and bright, like it was smiling down at me.

Atlas’ POV The sun… when you think about it, it kind of sounds unbelievable. A flaming ball suspended in the sky that makes it possible for life to exist on this hellhole called Earth. It feeds the plants we rely on, provides us with heat, light, and warmth. As a Floridian, there were days I’d just bask in its glory. Without it, would any of us be here? It was such an important part of life, and yet in that particular moment I cursed its existence as it peeked through the window shining down on my sleeping beauty. The way her skin glistened underneath was a sight to see, but it was also a reminder of who she was; not a vampire, but a hybrid. I guess the question about can she survive in sunl

The fury she felt slipped away slowly when those ocean blue eyes melted into her. "What book are you reading?" She asked softly. Kitanna tried to wipe her ear with her hands. She wondered if she missed anything between the scolding and the gentleness. Dante gulped, nodding repeatedly. Almira chuckled, "your head will fall off if you keeping nodding like that. You've not answered my question, anyway." Dante's mind went blank the minute she smiled. He couldn't even remember the name of the book he was reading. Something he swore to remember forever after turning the first few pages.

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?

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!"

It had been hours, more , accurately, it was morning, the moon had finally bid the sky goodbye and welcomed the hot sun that splashed a faint orange rays across the tiled floor. My gaze sweeping through the pages, yet nothing. Nothing about this relates to My Scar. Wolves who shifted on a non-full moon night were mostly weak ones, but she was on the full moon, late-bloom wolves are the strongest, and yet her wolf was weak. I rustled out a sigh, my gaze flicked to my phone. 9:21 am. I stood, grabbed my phone and walked out of the library, but not without putting the book back onto the shelves, making sure no one knew what I had been reading.

Chapter 318: The Unarmored Heart ​The afternoon sun broke through the final, lingering wisps of the storm clouds, setting the snow-draped valley ablaze with a brilliant, blinding light. The world outside the lake house was perfectly still, buried under five feet of untouched, crystalline powder that sparkled like crushed diamonds against the dark bark of the ancient pines.