Midnight Sun The Book Novels & Stories

Moonlight came through the big windows. I moved to his desk first. Drawers were locked. I tried the bookshelves next. Nothing. Then I noticed a small painting on the wall. It looked different. I lifted it carefully. Behind it was a hidden safe. My heart raced. I tried numbers. My birthday. Nothing. Sarah’s birthday. The safe clicked open. Inside were papers and a small black book. I pulled out the book. My sister’s diary. Real leather. Her handwriting on the first page. Tears came fast as I read.

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.

We can’t always rely on our wolves to save us. The sun breaks through the tree line, offering me a breath of relief. There are only a few feet left between me and freedom. The hissing gets louder. I can feel the wind from their fast movements breathing down my neck. Dead fingers graze my shoulder, narrowly missing the chance to grab me. As the wind picks up more, my window to freedom closes. My feet feel like cement as I rush to touch the sunlight. I throw myself into a somersault and land in the sun. The vampire that must’ve been closest to me isn’t able to stop before the sun reduces her to ash. I can’t help the smile that forms at the sight. One down, who knows how many to go. I look at s

The first pale light of dawn brushed the mountains, streaking the sky in gold and rose. From the high balcony above Moonrise, the valley seemed to sleep still—stone roofs curled in smoke, winding lanes hushed in dream. Only the embers in the square below betrayed what had happened the night before: the burning of a letter, the fire that had consumed the last venom of the old order.

Calm Before the Storm (Isabella's POV) The library smelled like old paper and cedar polish. Sunlight slanted through tall windows, catching dust motes that floated lazy in the air. I’d slipped away after the snowball fight, cheeks still pink from cold and laughter, needing quiet to sort through the mess inside my head. Shelves stretched high, packed with leather-bound books that looked older than the pack itself. I pulled one down at random, thick, dark cover stamped with a crescent moon. Ancient Mate Bonds: Stories of the Moon Goddess’s Gift and Curse. My fingers traced the title. I sank into a worn armchair, opened it, and started reading.

The transition from the golden warmth of Solis to the absolute zero of the northern territory was like falling into an ocean of liquid nitrogen. The Solar-Tempered Transport, now glowing with a defiant violet-gold light, hammered through the drifts of black snow that had begun to cover the Dead Zones. Inside the cabin, the air was a battleground: the internal heaters fought the creeping frost that climbed the windowpanes in jagged, geometric patterns. I sat in the command chair, my Tempered Heart beating with a steady, rhythmic thrum of sixty beats per minute. I could feel the solar enzyme circulating in my blood, a localized sun that kept my skin warm even as the world outside turned to bri

“If there were a book three, the title would be Dusk?” “Midnight is a transition, darkness, silence, the feeling of loneliness and loss. Dawn is hope, and if Dawn is as successful as Midnight, then the third book will be Nightfall, but it’s not exactly the time of day. It’s a locale mentioned in the book.” “Okay. No more spoilers, T.S. Prince.” “You’re not mad?” “About you being the author, and making me look like a fool?” He chuckled. “I wanna bite you right now, but it can wait until I come back from the trip.”

@RedBoxingGloves: "Nobody guessed. Her name is Midnight and she is none other than the long lost daughter of Lion Vosse. A half-wolf. I look forward to her return to #BM tomorrow." I stop myself from replying to those comments because I think I might get in trouble. Also, I'm not sure if Midnight is going to be happy with this new attention she's about to get. If I say anything and let it be known that we are friends, everything is going to get worse for her. I'm not the most loved person in the clan (or other clans) and it definitely wouldn't give her a very good reputation. I put my phone aside after being on it for almost half an hour and pick up my book, ready to sit down and read it.

Lynn That morning looked crisp, the skies were deep blue and the sun was rising, its golden rays spreading warmth to the earth for the ungrateful humans who were still asleep. I was seated at my arctic my legs crossed reading my third book since leaving the club angry the previous night. That was the advantage of never catching sleep. You have a lot of free time.

I never really gave them a chance because I was so into studying herbs, and my obsession with my revenge never let me fully understand the concept of falling for imaginary characters like the other she-wolves back in my pack. But thanks to this book, I'm finally beginning to understand it. I didn’t realize the sun had already set until I was done with the book. I looked up at the clock on the wall; it was getting to eight, and Julia would soon serve dinner. The sky was darker than usual, like a big cozy blanket, and the moon and stars were shining like they were having a cool party. I wished I could be out there, but I couldn’t just watching made me feel like a fairytale princess waiting for