Beneath A Ruthless Sun Novels & Stories

Will these 2 people ever come across each other, will that wall of ice ever melt with the warmness of kindness, will the man with too much hatred and too little love ever claim his possession, on the women with too little hatred and so much of love? Is this actually what made their lives encounter RUTHLESS LOVE or it is a way to some other destination? To know further make a read and join them in their RUTHLESS or I would say, beautiful journey. Love xxxxxxxx Purva Narang (YOUR WRITER) Follow for more updates: Instagram: @purvi_nrang Twitter: @narang_purva

Maritsa despises Maeve and wants to eradicate her permanently, but how are the pieces joined together? The only person to make me understand this is Zane and he is not willing. The worst part is that I’m involved in whatever the outcome is but it is a wild punishment for me not to have the slightest clue of how it happened. The tattoo begins to burn again but Maritsa does not have it, she emanates her alpha aura and Maeve begins to choke - the same way that Alma choked when I suppressed her. The energy from my Alpha wolf is stronger and Maeve is left with no choice but to leave me alone, I breathe freely while she struggles to breathe properly.

The man gave up in a few sharp blows, pursuing his own pleasure. ____________ Luna woke up feeling the sun's rays hitting her, she furrowed her brows and opened her eyes slowly. The sun's rays were already peeking shyly from behind the balcony window curtains of the apartment room, Luna realized that there were burly hands hugging her stomach possessively, David was still sleeping, his breath seemed to fluctuate regularly on Luna's back.

Genesis The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows through the dense canopy of the forest. Leaves crunched underfoot as I sprinted through the underbrush, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The tall pines loomed overhead, their dark silhouettes merging into an almost impenetrable wall. Every few steps, branches clawed at my arms and face, but I pressed on, driven by a sense of urgency that outweighed the pain.

"They’re using focused solar lances! They’re trying to drill through the dome!" "Let them drill," I gritted out, my voice sounding scraped and raw. "Hold the line." On the main screen, the sky above Ghost Isle was no longer black. It was a chaotic kaleidoscope of violet and gold. My shield, a dome of pure force generated by the island, and the baby were glowing purple. Outside, the Northern Fleet was hammering it with beams of yellow solar fire. It was beautiful. It was terrifying. "General, the Sun’s Fury is engaging!" the corporal shouted.

And as he battles and fights against them, he runs towards Accashia and notices that the sun is slowly rising. The soft rays of the sun peeked behind the tall trees. Minute by minute the sun rose completely. And like the creature of the night --- the terrifying beings screamed and writhed when the sun touched their skin. As if the sun had an effect on them, and the sun decimated their strength.

SPECIAL EPISODE 11 The sun stood mercilessly high in the sky, blazing with an intensity. Its scorching rays poured relentlessly over the cottage house, bathing its walls and rooftop in a harsh, golden glare. The air shimmered faintly above the ground, distorted by the oppressive heat rising from the earth. Outside the cottage, Villion’s men had formed a guarded perimeter. They stood alert, encircling the house with disciplined precision. Their expressions were stern, their senses sharpened, prepared for any possible threat.

The warmth under the metal felt like a promise. "But I’m not going to fight them with muscle. I’m going to fight them with the sun."

╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ The sun was a merciless fucking bitch, scorching the back lawn of the mansion until the grass felt like hot coals under my flip-flops. I had come out here to breathe, to escape the suffocating cedar and alpha power of Jeremiah, but it seemed even fresh air was a luxury I couldn't afford. I spotted an old man slumped on the dirt, his legs splayed out like they had finally given up on him.

​The strike team emerged from the subterranean darkness like survivors of a shipwreck. Marcus was supporting Sela, whose eyes were still dilated from the psychic feedback of the Feral-Reset. Around them, the skeletal remains of the Sun-Tower groaned in the wind, a thousand shards of glass vibrating with the residual hum of the dead machines.