Novel & Cerita A Thousand Suns Book

Juliana's smile widened, a glint of victory in her eyes. The next day, as Chester and Seth kept Juliana company, a shrill ringtone sliced through the air. Chester's heart clenched without warning. The moment the call connected, a mafia goon's voice, laced with panic, blurted out, "Mr. Kane, we've got a huge problem! At an old factory just outside town, they found a dead woman, her uterus missing, and she's got a birthmark on her arm just like Miss Tania's!"

"There’s nothing wrong with it. It just faces north. It’s too cold. I want a south-facing room. It doesn’t matter if it’s smaller." I really was cold. The brain tumor had thrown off my body’s ability to regulate temperature. It felt like I was trapped in a freezer all the time. Only sunlight gave me even a hint of warmth. "Cold? Then turn on the A/C." Mom looked at me like I was being unreasonable. "The south-facing room is your Uncle Jonathan’s study. The other one is a storage room." "Then I’ll take the storage room." Her eyes widened. "Are you insane? You’re turning down a perfectly good guest room to live in a storage closet? Are you trying to make your Uncle Jonathan think I’m abusing y

NEAH I sit on the roof of the Shadow Peak compound and watch the sun bleed across the horizon. Red and gold. Like the light that keeps pulsing under my skin. Like the power I can't control. Twenty wolves still wait at the border. Silent. Patient. They haven't moved in three hours. Haven't attacked. Haven't done anything except stand there like sentinels guarding a grave. My grave, maybe. The thought sits heavy in my chest. Right next to the other weight I've been carrying since Theo planted the seed. My mother. The fifth council member. The possibility that everything I believed about her is a lie.

The Sun-Tower was a marvel of architectural arrogance. Every floor was a concentric circle of glass and cold, white marble, designed to keep the "biologicals" in a state of perpetual observation. Rhea stood in the center of her guest suite, the silver chainmail of her dress feeling like a lead weight. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city of Oakhaven pulsed with artificial light, a sprawling machine that never slept.

she said, "I'm sorry, it's just these old ghosts. You know how it is with families, bringing up the past at mealtimes when it's not wanted." The topic then changed, starting off in a clumsy way before becoming more natural as Garrick, realizing that the situation in the room needed to be improved, began to tell a second story involving a different caravan and a different river, and everyone allowed him to go on. One person asked about the eastern trade routes and another expressed dissatisfaction with the weather turning so early this year; the early cold had caused the pack's older wolves to predict a severe winter. When questions came her way, Selene answered them and said as little as pos

“Maybe. Or maybe we’re both the world’s children trying to keep it from breaking again.” Above them, the twin suns steadied into one pale light. The villagers bowed in gratitude, not to a deity, but to balance restored. Selene looked at Kaen. “One village saved.” The wolf huffed. She glanced at the horizon where the haze of other rifts shimmered faintly. “Many more to go.” Kaen’s low growl rumbled like agreement. Selene turned toward the light, cloak fluttering, and walked forward. “Come on. Let’s teach the world how to live with two suns.”

"Power corrupts. Absolute power? Well. You'll face that choice eventually. They all do." The SUV turned onto a dirt road, trees closing in on both sides. Elena felt the wards before she saw them, power signatures woven into the very air. "Protection," Morgan explained. "My sanctuary houses those who need safety. The wards keep out anyone who means harm." They passed through the invisible barrier, and Elena gasped. The energy recognized her, welcoming her not as guest but as kin. Home, Zara whispered. This feels like home. The road opened into a valley that shouldn't exist…too perfect, too hidden. Buildings dotted the landscape, a mix of cabins and larger structures. Wolves in both forms move

ELORA ~•~ The sun always looked very bright and pretty at mid-day. I always envied how free it was, up there in the sky, with little or no worries. I sat down on my reading desk, and stared out of the glass window. The book I had buried my eyes in after I returned from breakfast with my siblings, was closed on the table in front of me. While I continued to day dream of a life where I would be as free as the sun, a life where I would not be branded a traitor's daughter, a life where I meant more to the king than a slave breeder, my door flung open with full force.

I don't see a thing. I try a few times as I take a few cautious steps but get no results. Sighing in frustration, I continue to walk and listen for any sounds. It's eerily quiet. Not even a breeze stirs in the air. I'm walking for what I assume are minutes when it happens. A loud roar reverberates throughout the area. It sounds like a lion's roar but deeper. Suddenly, the air stirs around me with a loud whoosh. I look around, pulling my flailing hair from my face; I struggle against the wind. Fragments begin to fly around me, hitting me in the arms and legs. I cry out in pain when my skin begins to burn in every part the debris touches. That's when the darkness wanes, and an oddly colored su

And it didn’t take a genius to know that inviting an Ancient here was the ultimate form of disrespect an outsider could display to the Ancestors. “This isn’t interesting anymore,” Sunflower sighed before tossing the book she was reading to the side. She rolled expertly to the end of the bed to reach the lamp and turned it off, engulfing the room in darkness. The book she had been reading until just this moment had kept her company the entire day, and had served her well in Mane’s absence. It was an intriguing book that explored the mysteries of intellectual battles between two opposing forces, and she was almost at its end. However, her worry for Mane had made what would have been the climax