Anderida Books Sun Eater Novels & Stories

“As in, I’m being called? Because last I checked, I didn’t RSVP to any apocalypse.” Kael’s jaw tightened. “Malen. Explain.” The old seer’s voice was calm — too calm. “The Sun has remembered. It feels the Moon’s child has awakened… and now it seeks balance.” I groaned. “You mean it’s jealous. Perfect. I can’t even have glowing eyes without the universe throwing a tantrum.” Kael’s warning glance didn’t stop me. Sarcasm was oxygen at this point. Malen continued. “The ancient texts speak of an Eclipsera — a being forged from both lunar grace and solar fire. The balance… or the end.”

I spat, stepping forward into the light of the valley. The woman turned. Her eyes were not emerald or crimson; they were a solid, unblinking gold, like coins reflecting the sun. She looked at me with a pitying smile that made my skin crawl. "Greetings, Darlene," the woman said, her voice a melodic harmony that lacked any trace of the fire's crackle. "I am Elara. I am the light that doesn't burn. I am the sun that the High Council has prayed for since the day the first Sun-Walker turned her back on the moon".

While Alberich was taking his time torturing Lahash, and the Gwiazdan Prince appeared to have a good time despite his wounds. “Esdras!” He called out the Emperor, who appeared shocked to see him back to life. Airoh widely spread his arms as he chanted the spells to summon the spirit of the sun, “In the name of my great forefather, Sorath, I command the sun to light up our path!” The time seemed to move faster because of the sunlight in the sky. Muhlerians Shadows below were blinded by the bright rays. In just a blink, they were under the blazing sun.

I yawned, thinking how unlikely it was I could’ve nodded off and dreamed the whole encounter. I looked up. The sun had moved on. Time had passed. How much? Enough for the sun to move. How long had I slept, if in fact that’s what I’d done? Was it late afternoon, early evening . . . Sounds. Laughing. Clapping. Singing? Hymns. People singing hymns somewhere past the end of the path, near the church . . . “Brothers’n sisters of His mercy, ‘ere in Tahawaus . . . ”

As they finished the story, Zaha, one of the men listening in that room, contemplated that tale about Yayoi and the Sun Eater. Was it not the story about Harriet and Liam, but about the Solar Eclipse as the Sun Eater and Helena? "Then why are you stopping sister and the Duke from imprinting each other?" Heath slowly asked. Helena turned to her son and said... "If you ever tasted unicorn meat, you'll know why." Helena clenched her fist tight. "Once you take a bite at it after, you'll never be able to stop. It maddened you," she said, then turned toward the Old Duke. "Can you, monsters, take a bite to imprint her and stop without losing your mind?"

Luna's POV Alpha Ryder's breath was hot against mine, as he practically devoured my lips. He ran his hands through my hair in ways that made my toes curl. Alara was already whining within me, wanting more of him. My hands were no longer balling at my sides. One of them was on his chest, and the other was tugging at his hair. I moaned against his lips again, and he suddenly pulled back. I sat down, wondering what I did wrong.

They’re standing in a protective circle, the echoes and warriors surrounding them, all of them looking terrified but determined. “I’m going with you,” Tempest says when I start toward the seal. “Absolutely not…” “Mama, the Hunger won’t negotiate with just anyone. It needs to see something worth not eating. And I’m a piece of cosmic power wrapped in human flesh. I’m literally the most interesting meal it’s encountered in centuries.” “That’s exactly why you’re not coming!” “I can protect myself,” she insists, and time hiccups around her, showing me three different versions of her at once. “I’ll freeze moments if it tries to consume me. Buy myself time to escape.”

The relief was a cool balm on my nerves. My device chimed with a new message. I snatched it up instantly. I had been starving for a proper link all day. The Watcher: “Greetings, my Princess… did the sun treat you with kindness today?” I could almost see his cheerful face in the glowing runes. Emily: “It was fair… certainly an improvement over yesterday’s storm. :)” The Watcher: “Have you nourished yourself?” Emily: “I have. The work is finished, and I am resting on my furs now.”

"If there really were gods watching, I wouldn’t be suffering like this." She froze. The prayer book slipped from her hands and fell to the floor. "Tyler…" "I want chicken casserole," I cut her off. "Okay, okay, I’ll go make it right now." She hurriedly picked up the book and rushed out. I knew I wouldn’t be able to eat it. I just wanted her gone because I needed some quiet. Now, it was just Jonathan and me in the room. "Uncle Jonathan," I called. "I’m here." He traced words into my palm, letting me know he was there.

Her tears dried on her face as the sea breeze blew. "I'll live well from now onward, Jo," she said, facing the sea. "And on your behalf as well." As the sun set, her figure gradually disappeared into the distance, and my soul finally walked toward that warm light in the sky.