Beneath A Ruthless Sun Novels & Stories

​They were glowing. ​The black veins on their wrists were pulsing with a brilliant, golden light that pushed back the green shadows. Sula was standing in the center of the crowd, her spear held high, the solar glass tip burning like a miniature sun. The emerald glass crawled toward her feet and then shattered, unable to cross the circle of the nomads’ natural heat.

"Take a cab after dark, Miss Quinn. This isn't a neighborhood for walking." But tonight, I needed the cold. The noise. The chaos of the city streets at dusk—vendors closing up shop, workers hurrying home, lights flickering on in windows above like stars emerging in an urban sky. I needed something real. Something that existed outside the rarefied atmosphere of ValeCorp, outside the vacuum where Killian Vale exerted his gravitational pull on everything and everyone around him. Because that man—the man who made people tremble with a glance, the man who never thanked or smiled or bent to accommodate another soul—

The underground bunker, hidden from satellites and maps alike. “This is it,” he said as he shut off the engine. “From here, we shift.” They moved with practiced ease. Thick winter coats were exchanged for lighter base layers better suited for shifting. Bags were re-packed, fastened tight so they could be carried by their wolves. Celeste stood at the edge of the vehicle, her breath visible in the icy air. The snow was coming down harder now, thick and fast, sticking to lashes and hair within seconds. The cold crept through her clothes, but the anticipation warmed her blood.

"Maybe you're right, stubborn villain. But don't let it go to your head." "Too late," Zeke smirked, pulling her closer as the last of the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving them in the glowing aftermath of a moment the world would not forget. The next morning, the Boracay sun was already high, casting a brilliant glare over the private terrace of their villa. A lavish spread of continental breakfast sat mostly untouched, save for the coffee. Zeke, Arthur, and Tania were on their second round of espresso, but Xielle’s chair remained empty.

Beneath The Scars We have marks that tell a story , Stories of who we are , when we climbed through the rocky mountain and fell with our faces on the solid rock , Those marks that thought us never to give up , Those marks that lay beneath the skin . Those marks that always remind us of where we came from and where we have reached. Synopsis

Ivy's Pov The sun was hitting the glass of the mailbox in the village square when I walked over to it with Marcus following a few steps behind me. I had been waiting for a letter for two weeks and I felt a nervous fluttering in my stomach that made it hard to focus on anything else. I had sent a short story to the small magazine that they printed in the valley because Dr. Varga told me that my words were powerful and that other people might need to read them. The story was about a girl who lived in a dark room and how she learned to find the light by looking at the stars through a tiny crack in the wall. I did not use my real name because I was not ready for everyone to know my history but I

Every venom of hatred she had for me echoed in her voice, laced beneath her words. ''Useless, ungrateful orphan.'' She spat on me. ''You think you have dreams? You think you have a future? You have nothing. You never had anything. You came into this house with nothing and you will leave with nothing. Go and do what you do best, be a slave to whichever man will take you.'' She stepped back. Natalie glanced at us and focused on her phone again.

Above it all, the cloud-quilted sun hangs like a sinister overseer, its effulgent glow casting distorted shadows across the combatants as though mocking their mortal toil. Wilson is a maelstrom, his pugnacious spirit personified in every fluid motion of claw and fang. "This is it!" he shouts over the cacophony, his urban bravado slicing through the chaos. "You came looking for a fight, and old man, did you find one!"

Born in darkness" won the temple Area and exulted bloody victory. But in an instant their mood changed dramatically when one of the warriors noticed what was happening on the horizon: "Turn around!" one of the warriors said to his tribe, " Born in darkness, "and all in the tribe," Born in darkness, " including trust, saw the Sun flash, and a wave of fire was coming toward them. Each of them watched in horror the last moments of their lives. At that moment at home Sodium and Averta watched the dying Sun on the horizon for the last time and said their last words to each other: "Take your last breath!" with tears in the face quietly asked Averta and looked at his eyes.

Unknown The sun dipped low over Sunshine City, painting the sky in hues of orange and crimson, a stark contrast to the darkness swirling in Ambrosia's heart. She stood atop a high rooftop, her silhouette framed against the fading light, watching the bustling streets below. Her emerald eyes glinted with malice as she spotted Athena walking through the crowd, her beauty undeniable, radiant like the sun itself. “Soon, my dear,” Ambrosia whispered to herself, the corners of her lips curling into a wicked smile. “You will be mine.”