Why Did Nezuko Survive The Sun

She was the joke of the pack. The fat omega nobody wanted. The girl they laughed at, looked through and never looked twice at. When the Moon Goddess's sacred mark burned onto her wrist at another woman's wedding, the entire pack laughed harder. Alpha Zane rejected her in front of everyone without blinking. She accepted it without crying. But the Goddess does not make mistakes. And the woman they called Fatso? She just woke a man from a five year coma with her bare hands. Now ancient symbols are crawling up her arms, elders are dropping to their knees and the most powerful Alpha in the region is realizing that the woman he humiliated before every pack in the region was never the omega he thought she was. She was never beneath him. She was always above him. The only question now is whether he can survive what she's becoming.

In my previous life, I married Apollo, the Sun God, as the Goddess of Wisdom. Only in death did I discover that I was nothing more than a blood supply he had been raising for my mortal stepsister. To keep his powerless stepsister alive on Mount Olympus, he pierced my chest himself, ripped out my divine essence, and forced it into her body, declaring without a shred of remorse, "You're the older sister. Taking care of her is your duty." With my divine essence stripped away, I was too weak to resist. He chained me beneath a blazing sun of his own making and left me to burn alive. Meanwhile, my stepsister walked over my bones in the wedding gown my mother had spent a hundred years weaving before she perished, and married him. The man I had loved for a thousand years saw me, from beginning to end, as nothing more than a vessel to keep someone else alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the eve of the wedding. I threw the divine marriage contract to my stepsister and let my blood drip onto an obsidian stone bound to the Abyss. A deep voice echoed through my mind. "As you wish, my bride." This time, the one I would marry was the Lord of the Underworld, the one all the gods feared. Together, we would destroy Apollo.

A vampire of noble birth, Dawn, is promised to marry Seth and travels through the cold forests to the promising ceremony. She doesn't want to marry Seth but has to choose between her clan's survival and staying alive or making it on her own. On her way to her new home, the carriage is ambushed, and she is tied to a tree and left to die being burned alive by the sun. A monster finds her and she's terrified, she's never seen any creature like it before! It's name is Ray...a terrifying monster that can walk in the light that calls itself a human! What sort of terrifying beast could do such a thing? Dawn is afraid but yet somehow something about Ray keeps calling out to her no matter how dangerous he seems.

All her life Summer wished to get her wolf and exact revenge on all those who wronged her. But upon meeting Sunny, her wolf, everything changed. A great responsibility to save her kind and humanity, is thrust upon her. To accomplish this, she has to embrace empathy, compassion, virtuousness, as well as forgiveness. Journey with Summer as she overcomes all negativity through love and forgiveness.

Nikita's curse wasn't something that could simply be fixed, like a broken chair or a shattered vase. It was an immutable part of her, woven into the very fibres of her being. Accepting this truth had been a necessary act of survival, one she had embraced long ago, and she knew that the sooner others accepted it, the better. Cursed at a tender age due to her father's unkindness, Nikita was fated to bring death to anything she touched. This curse was a punishment meant to ensure that her father’s bloodline ended with her. The gravity of her curse revealed its brutality when, at just six years old, she accidentally killed her own mother with a simple touch. As years went by, her father's harsh reign eventually met its end, and Nikita inherited his throne, becoming the leader of her pack. However, at her father's funeral, destiny intervened in the form of Rykor, the son of a man who had so cruelly cursed her. Intrigued by the dark and cold Nikita, Rykor saw more than just the curse that shadowed her existence.

In a drought-ravaged apocalypse, I kept our entire apartment block alive with my “watermaker” ability. But when I grew weak, my neighbors shattered my limbs and turned me into a living water source. Later, when raiders stormed in, they dragged me out to take the blade for them, only to realize that even my severed arms could still produce water. So, they shouted about “saving humanity,” then shoved me into the crowd and fled in the chaos. People rushed forward one after another, tearing at my flesh. But I didn’t die. What was left of me fell into the hands of a monster, and I was subjected to inhuman torment day after day. Ten years later, when the apocalypse finally ended, that monster tossed me into an incinerator. Only then did I die. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment I first awakened my ability, just as my neighbor knocked on the door, begging for water.