Novel & Cerita Night Sky Book Series

Countless stars twinkled across the intensely indigo sky which was softly illuminated by the moon’s glow. I spotted them through the grass beyond the fading traces of my breath. The sky featured tall black towers that stood jagged like enormous teeth reaching upwards. The glowing constellations decorating each tower appeared familiar as though they had always existed only in my dreams. The tall towers surrounded the central structure which emitted a breathtaking and impossible pulsing energy.

Then he ran outside a second time to measure again and came back in and yelled “Seven inches!!!!” They’d for sure be out of school the next day … so they decided to give up on studying for the night. They fell asleep… but unfortunately Emerson didn’t sleep very long. She woke up, barely opening her eyes… wondering what time it was. But she was frozen. In fear. She had her eyes barely opened .. but she could clearly see the glass doors leading outside. The lights from the deck above were shining and glistening the reflective snow. She saw the words Asher had traced out earlier. But that’s not what had her unable to move.

I don't go back to sleep after my nightmare. It feels like the smoke is still in my lungs and the fire is still dancing on my skin. I slip out from my bed and sit by the window, watching the sky go from ink black to purple and then orange as the sun rises. I can hear the campus stir to life, the low chuckles from other dorms, the drowsy chatter that follows, the sharp ringing of alarm clocks and the frustrated grunts that always follow.

The Song of the Stars The night was vast and endless, a dome of shimmering constellations spread across the horizon like a celestial tapestry. The cool breeze carried with it the scent of wildflowers and the whisper of leaves, a symphony that seemed to echo the stillness that followed the storm of recent events. Lyra stood at the cliff’s edge, her cloak dancing with the wind as she gazed into the distance where the first traces of dawn began to paint the horizon in hues of violet and gold.

The Night the Stars Wept passed into memory as gently as it had come. But for Luna—for the packs—for the world—it marked a fault line. Before. After. On one side, an age of localized darkness and isolated light. On the other, an era where the heavens themselves had acknowledged change, had loosed old bindings, had offered up a Seed to the wolf who stood at the crossing. Tragedy and beauty, braided. Endings and beginnings, written not in ink but in fire across the dome of the sky. Luna lay awake long after the den quieted, watching the new constellations through the half-open roof vent.

Sky fights fiercely, his movement swift and dangerous as the wolf tries to maul him. Jumping out of the snow I leap onto the unknown wolves back. With a sharp yelp he falls head first into the snow forcing me to tumble into the slush in front of him. Before the wolf can stand again Sky fallen wolf. Again I get to my feet to help sky with the brawl but the wolf throws him shoulders him aside and makes a break for the trees, his tail low as he flees into the shadows of the trees.

With her dark eyes glazed over, her skin peaky, and her lips pale, she certainly looked as though she needed it. In one quick movement, I slid the pink book into my lap. I’d finish reading it tonight, and, perhaps with a little of Rowan’s magical assistance, I could sit outside, beneath the stars, and tell Skye all about it. We too needed all the help we could get.

Gazing at him through her lowered lashes, she couldn't help but notice that his green eyes outshone even the captivating spectacle of the northern lights. He let her mouth go, and Athena panted. She gazed back to the sky. The freezing winter atmosphere made his body heat up. The duo waited, watching the sky. This was Athena’s first time seeing the light cross the sky. Azazel had seen this before. The sky was so green, and there was no moon. Azazel began to tell her about different constellations. They even spotted a few planets. Then it happened. She saw the flash of light dance across the sky. “Zae, look!” she squeaked with excitement and wonder.

CHAPTER 73- THE RED MOON By five o’clock in the evening, the entire skies were already dark with night. Birds of the sky, confused by the sudden darkness, littered the skies, fleeing to their homes where they would safely spend the night. Bats on the other hand came out with relish, not knowing what was happening, but glad that they had the cover of darkness to go about their nocturnal activities. Everyone in Dnakle was on edge, from the oldest of wolves to even the littlest of pups.

Perhaps Janet was in desperate need of blood and needed to burn through some fuel. The fact that no matter how far she travels, her thirst will never be quenched, is imperative for her. So she decided that the best she could do was just accept the fact that being human was a terrifying experience. Powerless and helpless. Eventually, after some time, Janet's thirst burns out, and they slowly navigate the dusk with only two flashlights while the earlier orange glow of the sunset has gone. Slowly, they walked to their goal. Yet, there was nothing but the sound of their footfalls echoing into the darkness ahead of them. It was so odd that on these nights, there was not even a trace of crickets o