Anderida Books Sun Eater Novels & Stories

The temperature began to climb, the amber grass of the Andean foothills curling and blackening in seconds under the artificial noon. "They're using the star as a gravitational hammer," Elara reported, her voice nearly lost in the roar of the atmospheric friction. "They don't need to burn us, Leo. They just need to bring the sun close enough for its mass to 'Correct' our orbit. We’ll be pulled into the star's heart before the day is out." The Burden of the New Blood

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“Go eat.” Astrid left Hrodgar and Mary alone with the two sleeping men and stood on the path a little away from the others. She watched the magnificent sunset, filled with lavender and pale pink hues as she began eating the hot meal. Annabelle, Sharlett, Kemp and Kenward were quietly talking amongst each other near the other tent as Astrid stood by herself. Serra stepped up quietly behind her and stared at the sunset with her friend. “Well?” Serra asked.

Smirk sharp as shattered crystal. “Didn’t I give you one just as grand last week? What’s there to envy?” His fingers tightened on her waist, backing her against the wrought-iron pergola draped in jasmine. “Play your part. Don’t slip around Lena. Everything she has? You’ll have it too.” Now I remember. Five nights ago, crimson meteors streaked across New York’s southern skyline, a blood-magic spectacle. He’d texted: “Clan emergency. Working late.”

Killian let out a roar of fury, his hand shattering a nearby stone pedestal. "But there is a treatment," Silas continued, his image flickering as the mountain’s resonance tried to reject the human technology. "A solar enzyme derived from the original pack that broke away from Kaelen millennia ago. They call themselves the Sun Pack. They live in the southern deserts, where the light is never filtered by the trees. Their blood is the only thing that can dissolve the quartz without destroying the heart. Find them, Elara. Find the sun, or the stone will be your final shift."

At least, he was merciful in that regard. Rather than stare at the silhouette of her best friend out there in the darkness alone, Nya turned her attention to the moon. The light was just missing Gavin now, but it would move momentarily, and he’d be bathed in the soft, warm glow of the Dragon Moon, and then, a shadow would pass across the orb, interrupting the beams, and the dragon would swoop out of the sky, his sharp talons sinking into Gavin’s flesh before the dragon plucked him away, flying up into the night sky with him and likely devouring him before he even reached his lair somewhere on the top of Scale Mountain to the west.

His face is blurry to me. His voice is muffled. I inhale as my eyes shut. Now too heavy to open. But a scent fills my nostrils, a family scent. I cling to it as I truly fall into oblivion. ---- Andrea Something soft is touching my face. Patting my cheek delicately. Andrea. Open your eyes. I don't want to though. I'm warm, comfortable. The softness continues to caress my face. Leaving tingles trailing it as it moves.

Nevertheless, the astrologer was right. “A new sun has risen. A new day has begun. Narendra’s era is over now. I am the mighty emperor of Hesmia. You all should obey me and follow my rules. If anyone dares to disobey, behead them right away. Those who support me will be rewarded.” Remington uttered.

A woman with dark blue-black hair and green eyes appeared before me. Is she the Moon Goddess? I thought as a large black wolf with red eyes sat beside her. Is that Vilkas? “Took you long enough?” she stated, annoyed. “Long enough for what?” I asked confused, “who are you?” was I dreaming” “To claim your mate, and really ignoring the messages I told Vilkas to send, was just rude, Anders. You know I am the Moon Goddess, so why ask?”

Nothing could mask the sheltered upbringing she was exuding. “Bjorn,” Eustace said, coming to rest a soothing hand on Mel’s shoulder, calming the young woman down. “The hunt isn’t as dangerous as you’re making it out to be, and I am sure as a Sprite she could have a few contributions to make.” She addressed Mel, “Your help and knowledge would be appreciated when looking out for certain vegetables and spices to bring back to the clan, maybe something even new we’re not so accustomed to?” ‘Oh, no. Not this.’ Mel silently cowered. She knew enough about vegetation, but not much to be outstanding, and she doubted that the werebears didn’t already know whatever plant-based knowledge she was going