Anderida Books Sun Eater Novels & Stories

“The twin holds the celestial representation of the sun and the guardian of the day. The Guardian spirit of the maiden who possesses the sacred weapon called the 'Sun's Tear', a flame sword that can purify a spirit and end a demon permanently. Opposite in every way and personality to her twin, she is a just and responsible guardian who is looking after her childish twin. As the cursed book is open, she is trapped into the spirit realm and can only communicate by her spirit form which she struggles from. Now seeing her twin who is falling into the sin and the taboo of its sealed memory, can she save the one she needed to before the time runs out.” Ending with that thought as you can read back

For them, human was fated to die, be it from plagues or wars. “Oh, my sun! My powerful sun! Please show my baby the way back home!” Even though the old lady bathed in the sun until her skin cracked, the god would never hear her. Still, as she passed by, this time, Sierra put down a bottle. “Ma’am, at least drink a water-“ “No! No!” The old lady shushed her away, “The god of sun won’t like it if I drink and eat! This is the only way for him to hear my prayers!”

ALPHA HUNTER BOOK 2 AVA I stood by the window, rubbing my arms up and down as I waited for his return. It was raining outside. I couldn't help but worry. After all, despite the arrogance and devilish looks, he is still my mate. I looked off to the empty space but then a face came to mind. The face of that strange godlike man who I had bumped into earlier today. And his sea blue eyes that looked almost like a reptile's.

Again, she shoved her finger into his right eye, only for him to scream raucously. “Oh, humans are simply luscious. Fuck. We werewolves have got to start feasting on you all lowly creatures” She grinned as she devoured him slowly. “Jinx Armstrong, I swear you'll be next. Wait for me.”

I sigh dramatically. “Well, when you put it that way. I guess I can spare some time to help out my cousin.” I say with a tap on my chin. Emlda snatches my backpack. “He stole the sun and moon book, along with the shadow mother’s book this morning. He is more than equipped to help her out.” Selene chuckles, while Solaris gives me a hard stare. “You have resolved a lot of stealing lately, son.” She says disapprovingly, but I shrug good naturally.

Apollo, the Sun God, stood on a plateau of blazing light, the heat and intensity of the sun's core muted by his divine presence. He gazed across the golden expanse, where Jolene, his radiant fiancée, played with their children. The backdrop of towering solar flares and swirling plasma clouds only highlighted her ethereal beauty. Her laughter echoed like musical chimes amid the sun's roaring energy.

Her face is a mask of steel, but her eyes… Her eyes are afraid. “She’s awakened it.” The words punch the breath from my lungs. Not a name, not needed. The Solarion. The core of every sun ever bound, the engine of creation and ruin. Locked for eons under chains forged from the bones of gods. And now— “Impossible,” I whisper. But even as I say it, I know it’s a lie. If anyone could bend that inferno to her will, it’s Elara. No—Solara.

The indigo light in the chamber was sucked into the steel, leaving us in a world of stark, monochromatic shadows. "The deal is done," the World-Eater thrummed, its heart-beat slowing as it absorbed the fragment of my soul. "Go, Void-Queen. Meet the Grave with the hunger of the Prime." The climb back to the Sun-Spire was a silent, terrifying trek. The pack looked at me with a new kind of fear. Even Magnus, the old wolf who had seen everything, wouldn't meet my eyes. When we emerged into the white heat of the surface, I didn't shield my eyes. The sun didn't burn me anymore. To the Void-Queen, the sun was just a dim lamp.

Real. "We... we're still here," he whispered. "We're here," I said, tears finally falling. I looked at Sarah. She was sitting by the obsidian pillar, her head resting against the stone. She looked exhausted, but her eyes were clear. "Is it over now, Elara?" she asked. I looked at the pillar—the prison of the goddess, the archive of our pain. And then I looked at the horizon. In the distance, the first sun of the In-Between was rising. It wasn't the yellow sun of Earth or the green sun of the simulation. It was a soft, pale **Grey**.