Novel & Cerita Midnight Sun Novel Read Online

We had to come around the house to face east. Already the sky was lighting up in warm oranges, the sun near the horizon. To my surprise, Veronica was already there, reading the book she had borrowed from the merfolk. She had a tiny book light clipped onto the top of the book. I marveled for a minute at how it could do so without bending the pages. “Magic,” Veronica said when I asked her. I had no idea if she was serious or not. “Mommy, look!” I turned my head just in time to see a line of blinding white stretch out across the entire horizon. Then the top of the sun brought all of the sunshine back into itself.

"It’s... it’s heavy. It stays under my nails. Kaima, it’s real!" I didn't stop. I drew a line across the horizon. *"I write a sun that isn't a lamp,"* I whispered. A pale, watery light began to bleed through the grey fog. It wasn't the blinding gold of the simulation. It was a weak, winter sun—the kind that struggles to warm your skin but reminds you that you’re alive. It cast long, honest shadows across the mud. **[WARNING: NARRATIVE DEVIATION DETECTED]**

The setting sun shone through the large windows of the library, its rays reflecting through the ancient glass. I sat at one of the tea tables, reading The Northern Lights, written by Jennifer Donnally. Below me sat Tan, all curled up under my feet on the rug. I smiled at the adorable creature, turning one page after another. Out of everything in this big castle like house, this was my favourite part- the library. Here, I could be on my own, I could read all the books I ever saw, I could feel human. And now with Tan beside me, it felt for than just comfortable.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

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.

When all was done, the ground where I had struck looked charmed. The watchers were already on The Dark Mage. Binding him and he was powerless to stop them. Selena and Theodore came to my side. It is done. I might have lost the family I knew but I have been gifted with another and I will protect them, as long as I can. About The Author Phiya is a pseudonym for two sisters from Nigeria. They write books, articles and they own a website. www.thejibbyjabber.com.

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.

Mira and Adrian tried to live quietly, far from the shining capitals. They built a small home beside a cliff where the ocean was loud enough to drown ghosts. --- Peace, however, doesn’t last long in a world that remembers how to speak. It began in spring. The neighbors’ child was born beneath the aurora— a girl with gray-silver eyes and a heartbeat that glowed through her skin. They named her Solenne. She was quiet at first. Too quiet. --- On the third night, the wind itself carried a whisper. > Hello, Mother.

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.

The interior of Selene's house felt like stepping into a dream someone had built with their bare hands. Not whimsical. Not soft. Just... otherworldly. Shelves curved along the walls, carved directly from roots that twisted out of the floor like living sculptures. Jars glowed faintly from within—powders, herbs, shimmering dust that looked suspiciously like captured moonlight. A hearth burned with blue fire, throwing dancing shadows onto tapestries woven with scenes of wolves and trees that moved when Charlie wasn't looking directly at them.