Midnight Sun The Book Novels & Stories

Then it will certainly not be easy for us to keep an appearance of normalcy, and despite the fact that the Wilson family were our friends, we could not delude ourselves that they would not be scared by the truth if we revealed it to them. On January 2, 2008, after Christmas and the New Year, I spent time in our garden with Oliver and Alex. There was still quite a lot of snow, so Alex was building a snowman, although Oliver had made most of it, after all, our son didn't know how to handle snow too well yet. I was sitting in a small gazebo with a book in my hand, additionally covered with a warm blanket, and I watched my two men playing in the snow. There were two large mugs on the side table

Christmas was the reading of the book. This Christmas, Don's book was a novel—Norwegian, which was not a coincidence, a novel by the same writer whose essays were in the Norway reading programme. The novel was called The Dark Year, and it was about a man who spent a winter alone in a cabin in the far north of Norway, experiencing the full darkness for the first time. Don had been saving it since September, when he had finished the essays. He had placed it on the shelf above his desk, the designated holding place for the Christmas book, and had not opened it once.

The night was still with the blood moon shinning bright in the sky. Alpha Hardin and Luna Sky of the Midnight pack stood together looking down at their little baby girl as she slept, with love filling their eyes. This was not to be just any girl. She was to be far greater than any wolf could imagine and she had come from them. Months before her birth, the nearby witch coven had foretold that an amazing future was in store for their soon to be born child. At that time, no one imaged it would be a girl or the amount of strength she would have at birth.

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.

Greetings my lovely authors, This is the continuation of the book 'THE LAST ALPHA' which will be updated with the sequel 'THE LAST ALPHA : WAR OF FANGS'. I hope you will support my story just like the prequel. Thank you Zia Prologue The burnt orange sun was set below the horizon, and it’s the shadows that casted upon the town of human beings. The clustered clouds were scattered to the end of the sky, where the sun was burning with its last light. Twinkling stars which were supposed to fill the night, were scared to show up in the dusk.

As I turned away, the echoes of his footsteps followed me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was just the beginning of a journey fraught with peril and possibility. The wind had turned chilling, sending a shiver through the thick weave of my blanket. Its icy fingers seemed to pierce even the warm cocoon I had wrapped myself in. As I reluctantly opened my eyes, I saw the misty tendrils of my own breath hanging in the frigid air. I had spent the night beneath the canopy of a camphor tree, its evergreen branches rustling softly in the cold breeze. The chill was inescapable, and as the wind swept through the branches, I felt its icy touch against my skin.

****** When I returned to the orphanage, the sun disappeared, and the sky became a dark orange mixed with blue. I didn’t stop in the dining room, I went straight to my room and then plunged into the bathroom and took a quick shower with warm water, colder than hot. Then I returned to my room and put on my pajamas, waiting for everyone to return. I lay in bed with my book in my hand while my companions put themselves in the beds and turned off the light, not worrying at all that I was reading. I placed my book on the bedside table and tucked it under the covers, waiting and looking at the sky through the slit created by the curtains.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN (NEW MOON) Chapter Thirteen: The Gates As the sun dips below the horizon, a town next to a mountain range emerges from a fog. Oil lamps and candles lit up one by one, illuminating the small place. As the darkness truly enveloped the land, the town came to life.

In a swift, decisive motion, he drove the dagger from his sleeve straight into his heart. As blood gushed forth, Eric swiftly wrapped his arms around me, shielding me from the horror. ... The day of the funeral was draped in a curtain of unending rain. I was there to bid farewell to the past, to see Chester off on his last journey. Seth stood by the grave, his gaze fixed on me. Rain soaked his hair, his eyes were red-rimmed, and a shadow of stubble darkened his jaw, giving him a worn and weary look.