Midnight Sun Kindle 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.

Crescent nudged her hand, her amber eyes reflecting the sunlight, the grove a sanctuary, the warmth a shared connection. She opened the journal, its pages filled with Lila’s handwriting, the stories of the Dawn Pack’s battles, hunts, and celebrations, her amber eyes scanning the words, her voice a soft recitation, the sunlight illuminating her face, the warmth of the grove a mirror to the love in her heart, the air thick with their shared legacy, the grove a sanctuary, her destiny a radiant light. “The Dawn Pack’s flame burns eternal,” she read, her voice steady, the sunlight dancing in her eyes, the grove a haven, the warmth a shared joy. “And now, it’s my turn to carry it.” She closed the

As dawn's first light emerged, the morning sun, resembling a blazing sphere of fire, gracefully ascended the sky, brushing it with a spectacular palette of deep crimson and shimmering gold. With the sun’s ascent, a figure, Silas Kane, the marginally younger of the Kane Alpha twins, found himself immersed in the serenity of the new day. He stood with a stillness that contrasted with the slowly awakening world around him, closing his eyes momentarily, allowing the gentle warmth of the sun's earliest beams to caress his visage.

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.'

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.

~Maxine's POV~ The neon haze of downtown Seattle blurred at the edges as I stumbled out of The Midnight Sun bar, the bass from inside still thumping in my chest like a second heartbeat. It was past two a.m., and the street was a ghost town, empty sidewalks slick with rain, the kind that never quite washed away the grime.

He had settled himself in the darkest corner of Buyan, closest to the deathless lands, where the northern lights shone above and snow maidens wandered the streets, searching for lovers that would melt them come spring with kisses sweet and arms like warm blood. Morning lagged on the horizon, and Morozko woke from a fitful sleep in the attic above the bar. He dragged himself downstairs and set to polishing glasses. The glasses trembled in his hands, and one slipped and shattered on the counter, slicing his palm. He cursed and tore fabric from his shirt to bind the cut.

He did not say. Outside the window, the pine forest swayed gently in the morning breeze. In the direction the snowfeather had flown, a line of pale gold light glowed on the horizon. The color of sunlight refracted through ice crystals on the Northern ice plains—exactly the same as the light of the lily of the valley mark in his palm. He finished the coffee and set the cup on the windowsill. Sylvie climbed back up and sat beside him. Her legs still could not reach the floor, but she was swinging them higher than before.

With each flutter, the world around me blurs and distorts, until finally, I surrender to the soothing darkness that beckons me into its depths. *** I stirred awake, the soft fingers of sunlight teasing my skin as they slipped through the curtains. With a groan, I shifted in my bed, my gaze wandering to the window. The feeble light outside hinted at the peculiar time of day—it was the Twilight Court, where daylight dared not linger.

*Soleil* It is dark out now and the sun is setting, as we are on our way to the circle. We are so high up north that the night is pretty short at this time of year. But still we need flash lights to find our way. When we reach the circle the full moon has just come up over the treetops and we can turn off the lights. "Marta is going to light a fire, and then we are all going to prepare our senses for the sitting out. These herbs help us clean our mind and focus". Siri shows me two leather pouches.