Midnight Suns Hulk Challenge Novels & Stories

" Something in my head stabbed again. My vision went dark for a split second. I clenched my teeth and forced myself through the wave of dizziness. "What’s wrong?" Mom asked, her tone edged with impatience. "Nothing. Motion sickness." "Dramatic." She let out a cold snort. "Just like your father. A grown man who can’t handle a little discomfort." I closed my eyes and swallowed the metallic taste rising in my throat. In my next life, I won’t come back. The drive lasted five hours. By the time we reached Crestview Heights halfway up the mountain, night had completely fallen. The place was brightly lit, yet eerily silent.

It was the kind of Christmas Eve I had always loved; cozy, familiar, safe. "Werewolves." My cousin whispered dramatically, leaning forward so the younger kids hung on her every word. "They hunt in the night, their eyes glowing red, their claws sharp enough to tear through bone. And when they catch you..." She paused, lowering her voice to a chilling whisper. "...They drink your blood and turn you into werewolves!!" The children shrieked in unison, clutching each other, their wide eyes reflecting the firelight. My cousin burst into laughter, clearly pleased with herself.

Mountain's feature softened and he was about to say something to Joseph when the girl shouted, "Incoming!" Mountain was fast. Extremely fast for a large person. He came at Joseph like a blur and tackled him to the ground. A jumbled vision of foliage and trees and bushes, before he felt himself slammed against the ground. 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.

We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river. He walks past, still not seeing us. Darius and I look at each other, then scramble up to follow him. Luka stops at the top of the river embankment. He passes his hand over his eyes. When he drops his hand again, he opens his eyes and they are a milky grey colour. The glow disappears from the sky and in the darkness a full moon rises. Not just any moon. I recognize this moon. So pale, so clear, it appears as if behind a layer of ice. The first full moon of the new year. The Wolf Moon.

"You don't emit a soft moonlike glow, which means that even the moonlight avoids you. A shadowkeen, a swift dark creature." "Does that mean I'm invincible to sunlight?" "Only for a few seconds, I'd say, that's why I told you that prolonged exposure will take a huge toll on you. Night Hallows are all susceptible to the Sun." "What about you?" the boy demanded again. "How come they have told me that you can freely walk under the sunlight?" Chaol chortled and sneered. "Are you envious that I can?" "It's just unusual and unfair. How is it you are powerful and yet you can withstand it?"

they responded in chorus and disappear. "The light of the first moon will lead you to it. The chorus of the song that will wake her up in a dream. Fragments of fragments will show. Her powers can destroy or restore. Wicked is the heart that love and weaker is the love that steals. Who owns the priestess that no one can steal?" Lynx said as if the words are some of magical clues that can give him all the answers. "Our first clue is the first moon, we waited for the new moon but nothing happened and tonight will be the first full moon after that incident" Nathaniel said

The sun, pale as it was, hit the mirrors. The light didn't just reflect, it intensified. A beam of pure, blinding white light slammed into the center of our procession. It hit Killian directly. He let out a sound I never thought I’d hear from him. A high, agonized scream. His shadow wolf, the massive black beast that lived beneath his skin, recoiled. The Northern Sun-poisoning was a mixture of concentrated UV light and atomized silver dust being shaken from the cliffs above. "Killian!" I lunged for him as he fell from the sled, his skin beginning to smoke.

Chris sighed and turned to me, obviously expecting some sort of argument. I only shrugged. “You have to win,” I said. Three hours later, Moonstone Pack was again standing in the Square. The brazier still burned brightly, and again omega slaves were manning the coffee and tea stands. The sun was lower in the sky, but it was hours before evening. Elder Degas stood in the Square and explained the Challenge. Olivia, I noticed, watched from a safe distance surrounded by omega slaves. I also noticed she didn’t come up to wish Ethan a good fight or to share her colors.

He was reminding me that the sun had set, and we were all in the dark together. ​I stood up, my legs feeling like they belonged to a newborn foal. I walked to the door and pushed it open, the hinges groaning in the quiet. The hallway was dimly lit by emergency red lights that cast long, distorted shadows across the metal floor. The Hub was dying. Without the massive energy intake from the solar winds that the Web used to harvest, the machines were starving. The life support systems were wheezing, a rhythmic gasping sound that echoed through the vents.

Helios growls as we charge towards the closest pack, which is a small pack called Sun Moon. It was established not long ago by surviving wolves wanting to be closer to Riverstone and has done surprisingly well. The battle-hardened wolves might be small in number, but their skills are impressive.