Midnight Sun Romane & Geschichten

The realm I was born in is a naturally dark one. There are only a few days a year when the sun shines. On the other days, the sun is replaced by a white or red-colored disk that illuminates our universe artificially. The color itself always depends on whether it’s hunting season or not. As soon as the sun comes out, my family is the first to go out and bathe in it, even if it weakens them. Not because they love the sun, but because showing off that they don’t turn to dust in it just gives them some sort of kick.

NIKOLAI Early on Tuesday morning, I jumped into the hot shower before it was time to leave. They say a full moon can make one do crazy things. And in our culture, we were especially affected by the first full moon of the year—the wolf moon. It was days away. And there was no reason to believe that a sunrise couldn’t affect us much the same. Especially after having lived in persistent darkness for so long. I’d practically forgotten that there was a time in my life that I’d walked under the sun’s rays.

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.

Make the next morning, the sun continued its ascent, bathing the Silver Moon Pack's territory in a warm glow. Alpha Jake, Mara, and Morgana stood on the balcony, witnessing the vibrant display of joy unfolding below. The pack members, having received the unexpected news, were still cheering and celebrating.

Julian: “Azure Haven Islands? That’s where tacky rich people go. Hot, crowded, and totally basic.” The scrolling messages in the chat abruptly stopped. Julian kept going. “Anyone with real taste these days goes to Nordhaven to see the northern lights and stay in glass cabins. That’s what a real life experience looks like.” He tagged me directly. “Boss, did you pick an island just to save money? Or is this really the level of your taste?” I stared at the screen, the corner of my mouth curling into a cold smile. My fingers tapped across the keyboard. “This time of year in Nordhaven? It’s the polar night season, with temperatures around negative twenty or thirty degrees.

"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 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.