Novel Southern Eclipse Novels & Stories

Smirk sharp as shattered crystal. “Didn’t I give you one just as grand last week? What’s there to envy?” His fingers tightened on her waist, backing her against the wrought-iron pergola draped in jasmine. “Play your part. Don’t slip around Lena. Everything she has? You’ll have it too.” Now I remember. Five nights ago, crimson meteors streaked across New York’s southern skyline, a blood-magic spectacle. He’d texted: “Clan emergency. Working late.”

During the auction, Devon leaned close to Lorrie's ear and whispered, "If you see anything you like, just raise your paddle. Don't worry. I've got you." The gentle smile he gave her sent a warm rush through her chest. One by one, antiques, curios, gemstones, and jewelry flashed across the screen, but nothing caught her eye. Then, without warning, the massive display lit up with a burst of scattered starlight. "Next, we present a work by Fremoria's renowned painter—Eternal Starlight."

Her eyes were luminous pools of moonlight. Around her, Draven’s ashes scattered into the night wind, glowing faintly before fading into nothing. The few rogues and Hunters who had survived had fallen to their knees, faces pale with terror and grief. The moon above trembled — then began to heal. The shadow devouring it cracked apart like broken glass, splitting down the middle until a single beam of light pierced the clouds and fell directly upon Nova. The eclipse was ending. Nova hovered for a moment, suspended between worlds, divine and mortal. The silver flames that had once roared around her now softened, wrapping her in light like a protective veil. Then, slowly, her feet touched the ear

Whatever was happening, it was bad enough to make him look like he was about to explode. I scanned the crowd and found Lucifer leaning against a pillar, watching me. For the first time in my life, I saw something in his eyes that wasn’t mockery. It was… concern. Real or not, I didn’t know. But the sight of the split in his lip where my fist had landed sent a strange ripple through me. I barely had time to wonder about it because then I saw him. The Lycan Prince from the North. Tall, broad-shouldered, with an expression that made the air in the room feel heavier. I’d heard stories about him since I was a kid—stories of battles, of brutal strength, of a hunger for power that rivaled even the o

Alas, there is no response from the vampire. She closed her eyes and tried to think whether she had missed anything during her stay in the kingdom. Is there any fair or celebration going on? She didn't see any banners hanging in the market. Her eyes then landed on the calendar. Of course. How could she have been so stupid Eclipse? There is going to be an eclipse in two days. And it's not a normal one either. It's the Winter Solstice Lunar Eclipse. Winter solstice and lunar eclipse falling on the same day. Which is very rare, so much that it's a first in 372 years.

Author’s Note If you stumbled upon this story and it piques your interest enough to read it, thank you so much. I wrote this story in 2024, but I have to revise the entire thing and do some tweaking. It isn’t that the story is inadequate, but the first version felt dissatisfactory. I opt for a story that has resonance instead of flowery prose and poetic metaphors. I mostly lean on writing contemporary books, and the idea of merging both fantasy (as a big reader of it) and magical realism in a modern setting sounds rather ambitious. My first urban fantasy novel, “Under The Eclipse: The Blood Moon,” will be a sort of creative literary thesis instead of experimentation. It’s not a perfectly pol

I described the dream, the faceless opponent, the moon covering the sun, causing total darkness on earth. Makarius pulled out his phone, frowned at the screen, then looked at me with concern. "Tomorrow’s a total eclipse, Victoria," he said softly," and it's more than just a celestial event-it's tied to your dreams." "Yeah, well," I said, my hands trembling, "I can’t lose you, Makarius. I’m scared." "Victoria, breathe. It’s just a dream." "No," I snapped, sharper than I meant to. "It’s not just a dream. I can feel it."

The royal astronomers had predicted a rare, total solar eclipse—a celestial event that the fearful ancients had viewed as an omen of total destruction, but which Elena had meticulously, and brilliantly, reframed as a symbol of cosmic transition and rebirth. "They're calling it the 'Eclipse Coronation' in the city," Kaelen noted, stepping close and resting his hand gently on her shoulder, his palm feeling the vibrant life stirring beneath her dress. "It’s a powerful, resonant image. The shadow passing, and the new era rising in the brilliant light that follows. It is exactly what this empire needs."

Then she paused on a page she hadn’t noticed before. There, scribbled in the corner, was a date. Beside it—an eclipse. Her heart skipped. She raised her voice. “Rachel?” Rachel stepped into the kitchen, brows arched in curiosity. “Did Elira ever talk about an eclipse?” Stacy asked, holding up the journal. Rachel blinked. “Why do you ask?” Stacy turned the journal around to show her. “She wrote this line—‘The day the moon covers the sun, the soul will fracture.’”

she said softly. He didn’t need to ask who. Nova murmured quietly in Selene’s mind. “The eclipse is close. I can feel it in my bones.” Selene nodded to no one. “It’s tonight, or tomorrow.” Theoden didn’t move. “Atlas feels it too.” Selene glanced up at the sky. The moon was high already, pale in the daylight, but it looked off. Dimmer somehow. A veil beginning to fall. “You think it’ll help us?” she asked.