Midnight Sun The Book Novels & Stories

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.

I don’t even know how far I fell or how I was rescued. As I leave dinner and move to walk back inside the packhouse, the cold chill from nights ago hits me. The very thing that set that fateful night in motion. The sun has just set and the air is thick with humidity. I’ve gotten used to this climate which is all the more reason the cold strikes me as bizarre. My eyes move to a post that sits just in front of the door, the crest of the pack is burned into it. “The Midnight Protectors; Light in the Dark.”

A grand chandelier hangs from the high ceiling, casting a warm light. In the center, there are mahogany tables with velvet chairs, perfect for reading. A fireplace with an ornate mantel and a large painting above it adds to the cozy atmosphere. Tall windows with heavy curtains let in natural light, and a plush Persian rug covers the floor. I ran my hands across the shelves, my fingers came to a halt in one specific book. “Midnight Howls.” A famous book by Orin Darkhowl. According to Thalia’s brother Talon.

Two white wolves face the sunrise. I peel my cheek from the pages of the massive book sprawled across my desk, blinking into the soft glow of the sun pouring through the window. The tan stone walls and crappy wood furniture come into view, replacing another vision of dense forests and moonlit plains. “Shit,” I whisper, running my hand over my face, then through my hair as I blink down at the book. What had I been doing? Oh, right. Studying for an upcoming exam about the Rosetta people.

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

By the time I managed to reach an outcrop of rocks about halfway down the mountain and felt the strange bubble of… whatever it had been keeping me from contacting Natalia suddenly pop, the sun was already beginning to rise. Not that it mattered, of course. The snow rendered everything a constant pale white. It was still early, not even close to dawn, but this high up, I could see dawn breaking on the distant horizon. The sun’s light was a welcome reprieve from the bitter darkness, but it was distant and cold, as if even its golden rays feared touching the peak in which the so-called “Winter King” resided. “Hello?” I called out to my Beta, huddling against a couple of large boulders to keep t

I’m not a gloomy person by any means, but when everyone thinks of you as this ray of sunshine, some high expectations come along with that, and I don’t like to disappoint people. Why do I have to be a ray of sunshine for everyone? When do I get to just be Aurora Williams: human being? _______________ Authors Note: To anyone familiar with my previous work, I will go ahead and tell you that this is nothing like what I've done before. I've written this book to challenge myself as a writer. Also, there are some rape scenes that may trigger some readers, so keep that in mind before you begin reading. The book is yet to be edited so some slight adjustments will be made in the future for redundanci

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.

"I shouldn't have bribed him. He deserved… so much more than that. I wish he had shown me these plans before he left. He left them in my office, practically hidden them there, like he was embarrassed of them but still wanted me to see." "It is time for Rowan to find his mate, Ethan. You're not wrong about that." "It's the way I went about it that's the problem." I sighed, looking out over the railing at our view. We could see the entire inlet from the deck and the village below, the metal roofs of the cabins reflecting in the blood-orange light of the sunset. This time of year the sun barely touched the horizon before lifting again, the sky a seemingly permanent violet blue. 'Land of Midnigh