Beneath A Ruthless Sun Novels & Stories

She buried herself under her blankets, letting the silence consume her as she tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart. In the dimness of her room, as daylight faded and the shadows grew long, Channary clutched her pillow, sinking deeper into her shame. The Moon had betrayed her, left her vulnerable, her mate unclaimed. She was the Alpha’s daughter, Moon-Kissed and blessed, yet here she was, abandoned and marked only by the emptiness of broken promises.

Joseph felt the wind knocked out of him as he heard the whistle followed by the loudest sound he's ever heard in all his 16 years under the Tau Ceti sun. A whiz and BOOM. Whiz and BOOM. Explosion after explosion came pummeling down onto them. An unending barrage of terrifying heat and sound and fireball crashed all around them. Joseph covered his face as clods of disturbed earth pelted and rained down on him. His screams were drowned out by the loud thunders. It went on forever. Until it didn't. Then it stopped. He heard nothing afterwards except the constant ringing in his ear.

She's probably just wandering around. I faced the sun as it started to rise. The beautiful dawn faced me too. It was like a staring contest. I broke my stare with the brand new dawn. I hope we can find you, Asherah. END

(POV Anna) The bass pounded through my body, a relentless, pulsing beat that made it impossible to think. Club Lux wasn’t just loud; it was deafening. Every thrum of music vibrated through my bones, the sound rattling in my head like it was trying to shake loose my sanity. The strobe lights—blue, gold, and sharp enough to cut—flashed across the glossy black floors, and the whole place reeked of wealth and indulgence. Polished leather booths, a mile-long bar glowing like liquid silver, and patrons draped in designer everything. This wasn’t my world, not even close.

“This is your dear sun, you can come here at noon to enjoy it.” She stared at the threads of the sun emanating from the crater with disappointment and oppression, she was disappointed in the place, it is a crater of a volcano so high that it is impossible to get out of it, she contained her disappointment and stood under its rays feeling it flowing through her veins smoothly, she sighed sadly, containing her feelings under her complete control, not wanting him to feel her burning and pain.

Still chose Soren. Outside, the clouds pulled apart, letting moonlight spill like liquid silver across the earth. The storm had passed. The world glistened, washed new. And though fragile, though born in shadows and scars, something had begun. Something fierce. Something unyielding. Something no battle could take away. ****************"

My head pounds, my eyes feel like sandpaper, every step feels like wading through concrete. Caleb’s there before I am, of course. He stands out in the arena, catching the first glow of sunrise on his skin, looking like he belongs to the morning itself. Black shirt stretched across tense shoulders, muscles coiled like he’s ready to fight the world and win, hair a mess that only makes him look better. I wonder, just for a second, if he slept at all, or if he spent the night wrestling the same ghosts I did. Either way, he looks unfairly good. Sometimes I think the universe built him just to test my patience.

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

Exuberant pressure from the pulsing head began to undo oxygen in the land making these few surving men who launched the sun unable to breath. Meanwhile, the scientist stood at a formiddable distance watching the scene unfolding with the use of a macro binocular. The sun was still soaring higher but it's radiating heat could still be felt, and by now all of the able bodied men had already been obliterated and turned into ashes. Muffled fried blood wafting the air due to the incandescent heat smoldering down from the sun. Now the sun had gotten to the clouds and the land of Basiton suddenly became warm with sunlight, the warm golden light bathed the land and the inhabitants of Basiton suddenly

Chapter Thirteen The penthouse windows shimmered with the blood-orange glow of sunset, the city beneath reduced to moving shadows. Alex Morano stood before them like a statue carved from storm clouds—motionless, unyielding, and ready to shatter. He had spent years building empires from ruin, but nothing had prepared him for the quiet, lethal betrayal whispering through his bloodline.