Midnight Sun Novels & Stories

Adora helplessly argued. "Is that so? Then she is welcome to do her worst!" Further attempts to convince Edwardo to release the siren were futile. The man was too blinded by greed to see the impending doom. And it came. The quiet waters of the golden seas suddenly became turbulent as several groups of sirens in their hundreds swam towards the surface. At exactly midnight, the scaly-tailed creatures crawled out of the water, shifting immediately to dazzling beauties. They ventured into the city and the once quiet night was disturbed with screams and cries of agony.

Takota quickly catches up, and the two walk side-by-side along the street. Though the sun is still up, the days only growing longer and longer this close to the North Pole, there are few people outside their homes. In exchange for twenty hour days in the summer, they endure four hour days in the winter. They’ve adapted to trusting the clocks in their bodies rather than the sun. “It’s gorgeous here,” Takota says to begin the conversation, looking up at the distant mountain peaks. “I’m sure it’s not as gorgeous as the capital,” Morrigan replies. She’s lost track of how many times she’s tried to picture the bustling city and royal castle based on Nicholas’s stories.

Meridian Water MOON CELEBRATION The first rays of sunlight filtered through the leaves, softly illuminating the room's interior. Deep in the forest, I awoke, feeling a pulsating anticipation in my heart for the day ahead. Rising from bed, I looked out the window, watching the sun rise before me. A special energy filled the air. Today was the full moon celebration, a sacred event for my family. It was a time when our pack came together to honor our ancestors and strengthen the bonds that united us as a community.

Once I have most of the room in good condition, Valeria comes over and stops me from doing anything else. “It’s already late. We should sleep some before the sun rises. Come on. I can’t sleep and rest while you work yourself to death.” We don’t have any clocks, but I can tell by how the sky is, we have been up for most of the night. It’s probably in the early morning hours now and won’t be long until the sun rises. “Yes, the rest sounds nice.”

The dawn that broke over the Ravine was not the soft gold of a Northern spring. It was a harsh, terrifying white. High above the atmosphere, the Southern Council’s mirror-satellites were shifting, catching the unfiltered intensity of the sun and focusing it into a singular, lethal beam. The air already tasted of ozone, and the ancient snow on the peaks of the Frost-Pins was beginning to weep, turning into torrents of meltwater that roared down the cliffs.

The first true spring of the Northern Shelf arrived not with a bloom of flowers, but with a change in the light. The sun, which had been a pale coin on the horizon, began to climb higher, turning the vast ice sheets into a blinding sea of white. In the Embers, the geothermal steam felt lighter, and the mood of the community shifted from survival to expansion.

The corner of his mouth curved one millimeter. It did not know this person. But it recognized the light in his palm. That light was the same color as the refracted ice crystals on the Northern ice plains. It had seen it on the ice plains. Every spring, when the snow and ice began to melt, the first ray of sunlight would strike the ice surface and refract pale gold light. It had always thought that was the sunrise. Now it knew. It was someone waiting. Waiting for three hundred years. No longer waiting.

For the first time in centuries, perhaps longer, Sarah looked peaceful. Emily looked at Nova. Nova was staring at the sunrise. “It's beautiful,” she whispered. Emily smiled. “Yes.” Nova looked at her. “Mom?” “Yes?” “Can I ask you something?” “Anything.” Nova pointed toward the horizon. “Why are there three suns?” Emily froze. Kael slowly turned. Aria stopped talking. Ethan looked upward. The sun was still rising. But beside it— two more suns were appearing. One silver. One black. Sarah's face went pale.

Dawn broke over Midnight Valley in a brilliant sweep of gold and violet light. A crisp, biting mountain frost covered the tall pine needles and stone roads, but high overhead, the ancient silver shield hummed with steady, divine warmth. The sky above the united North was clear and quiet, protecting every village, trade outpost, and fortress beneath its vast canopy. At the eastern gates of Midnight Keep, the combined forces of the four packs assembled in silent, awe-inspiring discipline.

KIRA The morning after the solstice festival, the mountain peak above Sun Ridge was silent. A thick layer of mist drifted through the pine forest, holding the cold of early autumn in the air. The lower valley was still asleep under the grey dawn, but up on the high ridge—the highest point of the territory where the border marker between Dark Moon and Sun Ridge had once stood—the first rays of sunlight were just beginning to cut through the clouds. I stood on the damp grass near the edge of the granite ledge, wrapped in a heavy dark coat. The silver sunburst locket rested flat against my collarbone, cool to the touch.