Midnight Sun Meyer Novel Characters Novels & Stories

Michael kisses me, then lying limply against me, falls almost immediately asleep. My Master whispers from behind, close by my ear. "Are you alright Charlotte?" "Yes, Master. I am always alright with you." ----- I wake to air crisp, and bitingly cold, still layered between my two lovers. The windows are completely frosted over and, when I scrape at the frost with a fingernail, I realise that they are still white on the outside. For a moment, I panic. Are we buried under the snow? But then I recover myself. Brilliant morning sunshine shines whitely through. It is no more than a covering.

She is right. I will not give up.I will escape. .. .. The room was dark and intense with melancholy.Despite Amia's encouragement from earlier, my head pounded with tension.Ominous thoughts squirmed at the back of my mind and the more I try to relax, the more my stomach twists uncomfortably, adding to my worries. The door to my room quietly opens, bright light peeks inside and hits directly on my face.I grimaced, bringing my hand in front of my face to shield it from the light.

he paused, eyes searching hers for any hint of doubt. "So please, don’t think otherwise." Imogen’s eyes brightened, and a smile curved on her lips. "Sure… but you owe me big time." ************* Snow flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the words carefully. She was clearly in the library. Since no one was home—her mom and dad were both busy with pack duties—she’d taken the chance to read. The book was about the beginnings of werewolves, their existence, and everything in between. Everything seemed normal, the same beats about being betrayed by a mate. Snow couldn’t help but softly bite her lip before shutting the book closed.

** Be advised this chapter contains contents such as nonconsensual moments** The Winters’ great hall was quieter than usual. The fire in the hearth had burned low, but the tension in the air kept the family awake long after the sun rose. Celeste sat at the long table, her brothers flanking her on either side, her parents across.

Author Isolde Vale took a long time in waking up. The room in the dorm was dark, and was illuminated by the pale winter sun that was streaming through half-closed blinds. Her roommate, Maren, had already taken her departure, she always rose early, hardly greeted her, and never inquired of where Isolde went at night when nightmares caused her to sit up till the sky grew pale. The air felt heavy today…

It leads to a high cliff that is directly adjacent to the ocean. "Where are we going?" asked a frail Megan, starting to feel dizzy. She also felt the cold piercing her skin, as a result of being above the height. Norway's proximity to the poles makes the area's air feel very cold to humans at night. But not with werewolves that have a high body temperature. Megan eventually faints again and makes Yagur smile thinly. The Alpha has realized that Megan is a human being who is none other than the Mate of Eden. Then she is not a witch and his current goal is to make Eden suffer by keeping The Luna away.

But now people think Jake left me looking like that in the fight, which isn't entirely true and it’s fucking annoying. When I get home, I throw my backpack on the ground and turn to greet my brother and Angie, only to find a new person standing next to them. It's the same omega with mismatched eyes like Lion who asked for almost a whole cake earlier and ate it like she was starving. I considered for a moment from her ugly clothes that maybe she could be homeless, but she looked and smelled way too clean to be living on the street. “Yes, I remember you. My name is Midnight, I'm Lionel's daughter. Angie's niece.” she answers my greeting.

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.

I could see the sunlight filling the room even through my closed eyelids. I had no desire to wake up, but daylight was reminding me that the day was waiting. Slowly, I opened my eyes and took in my environment. It was a second before I remembered where I was and finally why. Remembering Kent’s warmth, I looked beside me. The place that had once held his body lay empty and I felt a small sinking in my heart. As much as I tried to deny it, I missed him and wanted him to be here.

The round red sun hung low on the horizon, casting a glowing golden trail across the surface of the water. “Well, look who’s awake.” Rinjani startled and turned. A campfire burned nearby. The air around it was warm. Comforting. On the other side of the fire, Ki Caraka tossed dry branches into the flames, making them flare higher. Rinjani looked around again. Nothing but dense forest surrounded them. “Where is everyone else? Where are my parents?” “They’re safe,” Ki Caraka said. “You fell asleep here because you liked the view.”