Novel Southern Eclipse Novels & Stories

Tears streamed down her pale cheeks. She and the girl with the southern accent got into a car that was not locked. While the girl searched for something to defend herself with, Lun watched in horror at everything around her. Death, blood and hunger were the main factors of that slaughter. Lun felt eyes staring at her from the rearview mirror. She approached... and screamed. Yellow eyes with small black pupils stared back at her. She could have even sworn the monster smiled at her and then ran its tongue over its teeth. It jumped up, disappeared from the human's sight, and then passed...

ADRIAN – VALERIUS’S THRONE ROOM I’m chained to the throne again, collar burning, Valerius pacing. “You’re quiet tonight, brother,” he says. I don’t answer. He leans close. “I felt her today. Your little hybrid. She’s getting stronger.” I snarl. Valerius laughs. “Good. Stronger means sweeter when I break her.” I lunge, chains snap taut. He pats my cheek. “Patience. The eclipse is coming. You’ll bring her to me yourself.” I spit blood in his face. He wipes it away, smiling. “I love when you fight. Makes the surrender taste better.”

But again, Lila took her sweet time, milking every second. “The second this pup was born, the moon appeared in the sky, and it would have been a normal occurrence if she hadn't been born during the daytime.” My breath hitched, a cold dread momentarily surpassing the agony burning through my limbs. A daytime moon. “The solar eclipse,” I choked out, the words tasting like my own blood on my tongue as the fractured pieces of the puzzle finally slammed together in my mind. “Exactly, sister,” Lila purred, her grip on my life force tightening just enough to make me writhe against the dirt floor.

The dawn that broke over the Ravine was not the soft gold of a Northern spring. It was a harsh, terrifying white. High above the atmosphere, the Southern Council’s mirror-satellites were shifting, catching the unfiltered intensity of the sun and focusing it into a singular, lethal beam. The air already tasted of ozone, and the ancient snow on the peaks of the Frost-Pins was beginning to weep, turning into torrents of meltwater that roared down the cliffs.

Instead, I drifted into a half-conscious state, watching the threads of the Web vibrate with the coming storm. ​I saw the Southern fleet, tiny specks of gold on the horizon, their siphons reaching up like skeletal fingers to grab the light. I saw the East, their jade ships hovering just outside our borders, waiting for us to break. And I saw the North, a land of snow and stone, standing defiant against a world that wanted to consume it. ​When the moon finally rose, it was a blood-red sliver in a sky that refused to turn black. The heat did not break with the sunset; it only became more stagnant, more stifling. I felt the shift in the air before I heard the footsteps. Cassian was back.

“Body heat count as of 4:09 PM is 2,049. Eclipse to happen in two minutes.” He turned away as another head exploded and the blood splattered all over him and nodded at the Epsilon’s report. They’re yet to execute the plan and he’s already used up a magazine or two, none of them gone to waste. This compound’s security is just so widespread that they could’ve been caught way earlier if he didn’t help and cock his pistol. The sun was slowly dimming, the moon’s shadow casting over a big part of New York. It was supposedly the golden hour, but since the moon is dimming the grounds, they’ll consider it as kill hour.

For the first time, Serenya felt it—not doubt, not despair, but the pulse of destiny beating in her veins. Her kingdom was alive again. And though shadows loomed and love still ached, the dawn of a new reign had begun. The path forward would be written in blood, in sacrifice, in starlight—but above all, it would be written in the name of rebirth. A kingdom, scarred but unbroken. A queen, torn but unyielding. And somewhere, beyond the sea, a protector who had never truly abandoned her. The eclipse was not the end. It was only the beginning of light.

Sleep did not come softly that night. It came like a storm, heavy and cold, swallowing me whole. I had tucked Alpheus’s journal back under the bed, but the words inside it would not rest. His handwriting, fierce yet trembling, still burned in my mind. Every confession. Every sorrow. Every name of the fallen. Moonveil wasn’t just a legend to him, it was a wound that never healed. When my eyes finally closed, the silence shifted. The air grew dense, charged with something ancient.

“She can't place any blame on you. What she is saying is the real truth, but that doesn't mean you are an enemy.” I felt the anger rising deep within me, making the words escape my lips. “F*k that shit. Don't tell me that, Briony.” Briony gave a light chuckle. “Kieran, you need to calm down.” I bit back the anger that was building inside of me and forced my breathing to settle. "An additional assault," Cedric added. "Just before dawn, the Eclipse Coven hit the southern border." I should have been relieved by the change in the discussion, but instead it made me feel more uneasy. "How many people were killed?" I inquired, turning my gaze to Cedric.

If the key they had mentioned was any indication, similar to the one I had been drawn to. My shoulders slumped. Aunt Eloise was right, the council didn’t bring me back here because they cared for my mother. No, they brought me back because they needed me for something. Day of the eclipse? What the hell was that even? Nazeera’s body heat vibrated. Or maybe it was mine, I had no idea. Why would Odhal, god of Hades, need an eclipse? And what did this have to do with Oakblood, Kingsbury, the students, the keys? What did it have to do with anything?