Midnight Sun Full Book Novels & Stories

But she did not realize how quickly it could turn into nighttime. "The sun was up just a moment ago," she whispered. "Seconds ago, actually. Why is it slowly turning nighttime already? This is too--" her whole body jolted as a book popped out right in front of her. It glowed, as if inviting Verena to open the pages under the moon that is slowly coming up to its place. "The cursed book," she whispered. "Why the hell is this here? How could this book follow me in my dream?" "Am I draping or is this..."

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

In a swift, decisive motion, he drove the dagger from his sleeve straight into his heart. As blood gushed forth, Eric swiftly wrapped his arms around me, shielding me from the horror. ... The day of the funeral was draped in a curtain of unending rain. I was there to bid farewell to the past, to see Chester off on his last journey. Seth stood by the grave, his gaze fixed on me. Rain soaked his hair, his eyes were red-rimmed, and a shadow of stubble darkened his jaw, giving him a worn and weary look.

Cole’s POV. The storm broke the next morning, leaving the world scoured clean and blindingly bright. The sun reflected off the fresh drifts of snow with an intensity that forced me to squint, turning the landscape around the chalet into a vast, glittering expanse of diamonds. One day left.

Anya’s POV As the sun began to dip behind the peaks, painting the snow in shifting shades of violet and gold, the cabin filled with that soft, fading light that made everything feel suspended in time. Long shadows stretched across the floorboards, and the fire we had kept going all day cast a warm, flickering glow that danced along the walls. The world outside remained buried under thick layers of white, the snow still falling in lazy, occasional flurries that drifted past the half-buried windows like quiet secrets.

"There’s nothing wrong with it. It just faces north. It’s too cold. I want a south-facing room. It doesn’t matter if it’s smaller." I really was cold. The brain tumor had thrown off my body’s ability to regulate temperature. It felt like I was trapped in a freezer all the time. Only sunlight gave me even a hint of warmth. "Cold? Then turn on the A/C." Mom looked at me like I was being unreasonable. "The south-facing room is your Uncle Jonathan’s study. The other one is a storage room." "Then I’ll take the storage room." Her eyes widened. "Are you insane? You’re turning down a perfectly good guest room to live in a storage closet? Are you trying to make your Uncle Jonathan think I’m abusing y

The backlash of her dark magic clung to her, her beauty rotted away, and she drifted day after day, ragged and hungry. In the end she vanished into the endless mountain forests, and no word of her was ever heard again. The bitter fruit they'd sown with their own hands was one they had to swallow, mouthful by mouthful. Deep in the night the moon was bright, the evening wind gentle. I leaned into Cyrus's arms and looked out at the sky full of moonlight, my heart utterly at peace. The old wounds were all behind me now. Only when the wrong person leaves can you keep the right one close.

By the time I managed to reach an outcrop of rocks about halfway down the mountain and felt the strange bubble of… whatever it had been keeping me from contacting Natalia suddenly pop, the sun was already beginning to rise. Not that it mattered, of course. The snow rendered everything a constant pale white. It was still early, not even close to dawn, but this high up, I could see dawn breaking on the distant horizon. The sun’s light was a welcome reprieve from the bitter darkness, but it was distant and cold, as if even its golden rays feared touching the peak in which the so-called “Winter King” resided. “Hello?” I called out to my Beta, huddling against a couple of large boulders to keep t

I reached out to touch Winnie’s hand, but as my fingers brushed hers, a spark of pure energy threw me back. ​She was a sun, and I was a shadow, and for the first time in our lives, the two could not touch without burning. ​The long winter has only begun, and the North is no longer a secret. The goddess of the sun has risen in the land of ice, and the West is coming to claim its prize.

****** When I returned to the orphanage, the sun disappeared, and the sky became a dark orange mixed with blue. I didn’t stop in the dining room, I went straight to my room and then plunged into the bathroom and took a quick shower with warm water, colder than hot. Then I returned to my room and put on my pajamas, waiting for everyone to return. I lay in bed with my book in my hand while my companions put themselves in the beds and turned off the light, not worrying at all that I was reading. I placed my book on the bedside table and tucked it under the covers, waiting and looking at the sky through the slit created by the curtains.