Northern Light Book Novels & Stories

That night, I knew her body was on the verge of giving in. But that was not how I wanted things to happen. Hell. I don’t even know what I want to happen between us anymore. Katriona was an unexpected twist in this game. I didn’t want to but I found myself suddenly cracking a smile when I read the title of the book she was reading. 101 Ways To Defeat The Northerners. I didn’t know I had such a book hanging inside my house. Had I known, I would have burnt it a long time ago.

The setting sun shone through the large windows of the library, its rays reflecting through the ancient glass. I sat at one of the tea tables, reading The Northern Lights, written by Jennifer Donnally. Below me sat Tan, all curled up under my feet on the rug. I smiled at the adorable creature, turning one page after another. Out of everything in this big castle like house, this was my favourite part- the library. Here, I could be on my own, I could read all the books I ever saw, I could feel human. And now with Tan beside me, it felt for than just comfortable.

“What about two weeks from now? That gives us enough time to book flights, arrange accommodations, and plan everything without rushing.” I thought about it. Two weeks felt close enough to keep my courage intact, yet far enough to prepare myself mentally and physically. “Two weeks sounds… doable,” I said softly. “Good,” Livia smiled. “Now, where in Norway? Tromsø would be perfect for the Northern Lights.” “Yes!” Simona agreed instantly. “Tromsø has amazing viewpoints, and there are guided Aurora tours too. Plus, it’s cozy and not overly crowded.” I nodded, imagining it, the quiet snow, the freezing air biting my cheeks, the sky alive with colors I had only seen in pictures.

She said this, standing on her feet. Going towards the corner, she stretched her right hand and started chanting some words in a foreign language. Suddenly, a bright purple light appeared above her and shone all over the room. It went silent for a while, and then she started chanting again, this time quickly and in a totally different language, which was like it was known to her alone. The light dissipated. In front of Harriet, Patrilia, Kelvin, and Peter stood a dashing old man, clad in an expensive black suit and leather shoes, holding a golden walking stick in his hands that shimmered under the room.

Chapter 52 - Game Master King Janoer sat at the head of his council table, staring at the encrypted message flickering on the screen before him, it was a short reminder of their discussion, attached with images of people that belonged to the Northern Region, they stood in attention yet their eyes were void of souls, and their stiff body was gone of will. The white light of the cold Northern Region seeped through the large windows of the conference room, reflecting on the pale skinned faces of his advisors. He had to make a decision for his region, a crucial choice that would make the entire future of the Northern Region that was balancing on the edge of a knife.

I felt rushed of coldness running through me, it made me reach for Walter as he wrapped me in his arm, rubbing my shoulder and giving me the warmth that I needed. "I need to ask my elders, this is way beyond my knowledge." She got up and reached above her kitchen cabinets, and retrieved some candles, then she closes all the shades and curtains making the room dimmer for her needs. Walter and I sat in silence in front of her as she does her thing, minutes went by as she communicates with her elders then the candles unexpectedly are blown out by a gust of wind, darkness surrounds us immediately. Walter grabbed my hand immediately, assuring me that I was safe, that he was next to me.

Finally, he seemed to have gotten a resolution. "Affirm, doing it now. 4, provide security." The girl stopped what she was doing and raised her rifle back up to the north. Mountain grabbed what seemed to Joseph to be a grenade, tossed it in one of the holes that was once the armor's visor and moved on to the next. Tall guy grunted and did the same.

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

ELARA’S POV: I woke up to find myself in a strange but familiar environment. The air was warm, with a subtle aroma of pine and smoke. I blinked, trying to regain consciousness, but everything around me shimmered like a dream. The room was enormous, far too large to be called a room. It looked like something out of a storybook: a huge hall made from stone and wood. The ceilings were so high that I couldn't see the end, painted with silver patterns and images of wolves running under a full moon. The sun rays came in through large windows. I sat up slowly, my heart pounding. The bed was incredibly soft, covered in nice linens and velvet. The room felt very luxurious, with big wooden pillars and

"Why northern exposure specifically?" "It provides the most consistent light throughout the day," I replied. "My mother preferred it for her landscapes. She said it revealed true colors without the distortion of direct sunlight." The mention of my mother was unintentional,a personal detail I rarely shared with anyone, let alone someone in Isabella's unique position. Yet it had emerged naturally, inspired by the similarities between the two women despite their vastly different circumstances. "She was right," Isabella said softly, glancing at the large windows that dominated the northern wall of the studio. "The light here is exceptional. Thank you for considering that."