Beneath A Ruthless Sun Novels & Stories

XANDER “You think you're a tough guy huh! Well, let's see how tough you are!” Zacko spat at me, landing blows to my gut with a mischievous glint in his eyes as the guards restrained my hands. I clenched my teeth, refusing to give Zacko the satisfaction of seeing my anguish. The pain coursed through me like a river of fire, but I held it inside, refusing to let it escape in a scream. While the pain raged through me, I drew strength from the knowledge that this was only a scratch, a fleeting discomfort in comparison to the past ordeals I had endured.

I’m not a gloomy person by any means, but when everyone thinks of you as this ray of sunshine, some high expectations come along with that, and I don’t like to disappoint people. Why do I have to be a ray of sunshine for everyone? When do I get to just be Aurora Williams: human being? _______________ Authors Note: To anyone familiar with my previous work, I will go ahead and tell you that this is nothing like what I've done before. I've written this book to challenge myself as a writer. Also, there are some rape scenes that may trigger some readers, so keep that in mind before you begin reading. The book is yet to be edited so some slight adjustments will be made in the future for redundanci

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.

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.

The sunlight caught in the crimson liquid, and for a moment, I saw it as blood swirling in crystal. This was not just about a photo. It was about pressure. About creating cracks in their perfect façade until the whole structure came crashing down. I took a slow sip and stared out at the skyline. Somewhere across the city, Delilah was burning with humiliation, Jackson was calculating excuses, and Rosaline was scrambling to protect herself. Exactly as I wanted. They thought they had buried me. They thought they had erased me. I smiled into my glass. Let’s see how you survive the storm I have set loose.

The king's reputation precedes him, for he is known to be a merciless ruler who spares not even those of high birth. The fallen vampire received a brutal blow to the face as the king mercilessly stomped on him. With each powerful thump, the creature's body began to resemble a freshly baked loaf of bread, while its once-rounded head now appeared strikingly flattened. As the deed was done, the king remained steadfast, his gaze unflinching. The task was easily achieved.

VORENUS WAITED NEAR the window of the upper story of the mansion. He watched the sun rise over the horizon, feeling warm and seeing the reflection of his skin as it glistened under the sun's rays. According to the movies, he was supposed to burst into flames and die, and he wished it was true. He was tired of life. He had seen all there was to see. Nothing could surprise him anymore.

The Billionaire’s Escort~ Nothing in life is permanent. Things change. People change. We love, we fight, regrets sets in, but overall we live and conquer. Elizabeth Walters~ The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky. The golden rays of sunlight shone brightly that could blind one's eyes, I raised my hands, trying to block out the sun, but it was of no use. A grunt escaped my lips as I stirred awake, sitting up and rubbing my eyes sleepily.

"The Eclipse is only six hours away. When the moon hits the peak, they’re going to use that filter to invert the Sun-Well. They aren't trying to harvest the light anymore—they’re trying to create a Black Sun." A Black Sun would mean the end of the Ashford lineage and the permanent corruption of the Lycan territories. "We need to blow the containment," I said, the violet in my eyes flaring with a cold, lethal light. "Victor, can you override the cooling vents? Kael, can you get the Mother out of there?" "And what will you be doing, Julian?" Victor asked, his hand lingering on my shoulder. I looked down at the swirling vortex, feeling the "Essence" in my veins singing a song of war. "I’m going

“Dela’h Nove!, Dela’h Solvei! Talame Talame!” Blonde afros bow before me, their dark faces and golden-scaled hides gleaming in the harsh sun of mid-day, the lush canopy overhead providing as much heat and moisture as it provides shade. I am unfamiliar with this climate. I may been conceived here, my nest made of briars my mother gathered, but I was not hatched here, I was not raised to handle the humidity of my home continent.