Northern Light Library Novels & Stories

Lucian said, still uncertain. Phoenix nodded. “Yeah. But how long will it last?” “I guess that’s why we’re going tonight,” Ruby said. “To find out.” ⸻ Arrival at the Northern Pack Lands The gates of the Northern territory were nothing like the palace’s grand silver archways. They were rough-cut iron, wrapped in ivy, and guarded by wolves in simple black. But even from the outside, the pack house had been cleaned and prepared. Lanterns hung from the trees. A long fire-lit path led to the central courtyard, where a few early guests had already begun to gather.

“Why do some libraries always have to be dark and creepy?” Jessica questioned when they walked into the library. “This one does not even have a single window,” Jessica remarked. “It is to protect the books from sunlight,” Ann chuckled. “I take it your boyfriend told you this?” Jessica said when her eyes fell on Paris that was having a heated argument with another girl. Ann doesn’t recognize her, but Jessica’s memories of the girl returned the moment her eyes fell on her. ‘This is not good,’ Jessica thought.

I would keep that in mind. “Only you would keep your library in a box.” Dahlia picked up a blue book in the “History and Knowledge” section. The book looked ancient judging by the intricate calligraphy of the words in front of it. ‘The Nortis America’ was the name and Dahlia opened the book. “One can never be too careful. You and I both know that I have enemies and some people would kill me to get their hands on this library. It houses many secrets, secrets that could be the undoing of the different clans and species in North America.” “Why did you bring us here then?”

"Lunaria." Zoren was looking at it with a mixture of longing and sadness in his eyes. "You can hold on to it; Galen is right," he said. "You are the only one who could access the portal anyway. Maybe you can try and read it to see if there's anything that could give you a clue." "I won't be able to read Lunaria," she responded. "It's not going to work." Verena opened up the book to show how blank it was, saying, "This would only work under the moonlight."

I challenge, a rare occasion for me. My mother’s face tightened, “I promise, you are lucky not to experience such a feeling.” I’m pretty sure she was lying. Regardless, as the Alpha’s daughter I’m off-limits. A life spent semi-underground is not what men my age want to sign up for. So, I drink a powerful tea that kills the natural cravings of the underground heats. Leaving me numb and bored. The Light is almost a monastery. Tucked away in the far north it’s pilgrims stay all summer to watch the miracles of the Moon Goddess. Then remain underground, encased within metres of snow and ice for the winter. Repeat until the end of time.

No matter what the reason, a lie couldn’t be hidden for long and neither can the schemes of others, sooner or later she will find out what her dear meant by his pretence of getting close to her. The library at the northern end of the forest stood tall and mighty in the middle of nowhere, even with its location hidden deep in the wilderness, the granite grounds of the parking were filled with cars, and the abstract white building shimmered under the glow of the sun with its many glasses windows reflecting like multiple lakes. Levy hadn’t been here before, the library that she was used to was a small wooden house with a few curious readers coming from all the surrounding packs coming to read.

Lyra's POV The northern coordinates came in that morning, and I read them twice before I even reached for my coffee. Nadia set the tablet on the breakfast table with that particular economy of motion she had when the news she was delivering required its own space to breathe, three glowing clusters of markers pulsing against the terrain north of Moonveil, quiet and insistent, the way distant fire looks when you have not yet decided whether to walk toward it or away. I looked at them and felt the familiar pull of the silver light inside me, not a surge, not a warning, just a quiet recognition. They were there. Sixty, seventy, possibly more people. And they had been surviving in the cold and th

Kaden's POV The library was one of the quietest rooms in the pack house — high shelves, north-facing windows, the kind of cold grey light that discouraged casual visitors. I had always liked it for that reason. Most people only came here when they needed something specific. It was not a room for lingering. Ciara was lingering.

as we moved to a room. Since we entered the room, I felt the same kind of energy I usually felt when running by the company at the port, which I then knew was named the northern lights company. I wasn’t nervous about being alone with three men. What could happen to me when I am a kickboxing champion for two years in a row? I told myself. Besides this, we were at a hospital, nothing shady could happen here I guess...

We’d been reading for hours now, our search narrowing in on the lands beyond the Barren — the unforgiving region ruled by silence and death. I flipped another page, my fingers careful. Most texts that spoke about the North were vague, full of warnings, legends, and the kind of ominous superstition passed down in drunken tales. But I needed facts, patterns, and anything that could help me find her. That’s when I saw it. A worn page, in the middle of an old book, torn from a page from another book, obviously the page didn't belong in this book. " In the heart of the Nytherra snowfields, where sunlight dares not linger, it is whispered that the true power of the Northern Royals lies not in bloo