Summer Solstice Memes Novels & Stories

I kiss the coyote fang at his throat. Celeste: “Happy Fourth of July, the sun princess just defended her title, the storm queen’s drunk on mead, and the lake is terrified of us.” Above us, the phoenix dissolves into a million tiny suns that spell, in perfect English and Japanese: WE’RE JUST GETTING STARTED. Best summer ever. The Quiet One July 17, 2029 – 3:17 a.m., the roof of the old bathhouse ruins The sky is the color of bruised thunderclouds even though there isn’t a storm for a thousand miles.

There’s just something uncomfortable about it but I think I can’t win against these two. “My parents are the ones hosting the party this year. Each year a family from the coven hosts the welcome party for the new witches.” Selena started a new speech. I swear that she never gets tired. “ Dad is obviously the life of the party and Mom throws the best parties.” She was right though. The music was great, the decor was amazing and the food smelled and looked amazing. “She flatters us too much.” Janice said smiling at her husband.

Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions. A shout from somewhere in the village brings me back to my task. Mama sent me to get herbs to dry for our Summer Solstice celebration. She is going to show me how to make my own Solstice protection totem to burn at midnight on the Solstice. Sissy has been doing her own for years, but now I am old enough. I can’t wait. It will be my first time making a totem all on my own.

Their rapport is evident and easygoing as they exchange stories and recall fellow researchers they worked with. “Do you remember the time I confused the Solstice Days with the Seven Days of Peace?” Lo is nearly bursting with laughter, and I have no idea what she’s talking about. What the hell are Solstice Days? Ben offers her a megawatt smile, clearly enjoying their private joke. “I thought Mora was going to have a stroke. You probably wouldn’t be welcome back to her archive if you tried.” I have no idea who Mora is, but I hear myself saying, “Of course she would. She’s the Luna Select.”

Inside, on a cardstock the color of a summer sky, were the words: The Annual Summer Solstice Soiree. 4 PM. The Henderson Estate. Bring a swimsuit and an appetite.* Beneath the formal print, in that same looping script, was a note: Mason – Try not to be late. I’ve saved you a towel. – E.

"I don't like to feel so cold and distant from my personal physician. She is only following my direct orders, exactly as she should do. "Now, Evelyn," he turns to address me. "My wife is insistent that I join the Wild Hunt for the summer solstice. The solstice – Midsummer – is a very big holiday amongst werewolves. During the Wild Hunt, we all take our werewolf forms and run the countryside, chasing prey.

' I praised, which earned an affectionate whine from Artemisia. "It seems like she's fond of you." My mother smiled seeing her reaction. 'I like her too...' I agreed before falling into a comfortable silence. When we reached the city, the sun was about to set and the initial celebrations for summer solstice had already begun. Even though it was already the nightfall, everything appeared to be bright and lively. My mother said that it was the second most important festival for Silverdawn members besides the month long celebration that held in May which also included my mother's birthday celebration and their anniversary party. And if the summer solstice festival is this lively, I can only ima

I think that there are events similar to the blessing of the moon, so I thought that there might also be something in the solstice except for the weakening of the king. Papa shook his head. "The people don't celebrate that because the king is weak that day. It will pass after that." He answered me that he knew a lot about the solstice. "Is that daylight, Papa?" I asked him. "It will only happen for one day, but the demons can use that as an opportunity to attack." He answered me. I nodded. Another attack may occur. If that happens, I'll let Sushi take action so the demons can't do any harm.

To acknowledge it without letting it control us. Sarah told me once that some pack members had expected drama between Jason and me. They'd waited for jealousy or tension. Instead, they got professionalism and friendship. "You two are boring," Sarah said with a grin. "People wanted scandal." "Sorry to disappoint," I replied. "Oh, I'm not disappointed. I think it's great. But you know how pack members love drama." Summer arrived with warm sunshine and longer days. The pack celebrated the solstice with a massive bonfire and feast. I helped organize everything, working with the other pack women to coordinate food and decorations.

Feeling a deep, burning shame, I take the lead walking back to the entrance in silence, Parris’ stuttering footfalls just a few feet behind me. The sun is burning overhead. Somehow we slept through noon to wake up at the hottest part of the day. I didn’t think I’d be grateful to have no clothing on. Tomorrow night is the Summer Solstice, the first true day of summer, and the unfiltered sun shines down from the cloudless sky above, crisping my flesh. “I’m kinda glad I’m not wearing what you are now,” I laugh, breaking our silence. “I’d be baking in all that leather.”