Novel & Cerita Beneath A Ruthless Sun

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.

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.

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.

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.

On the final day of our graduation trip, temperatures suddenly soared to dangerous levels. I came down with heat exhaustion, but my boyfriend gave our entire supply of electrolyte drinks to my best friend. "You're in good shape, and you know first aid. Just drink some water and rest for a bit. You'll be fine. "Willa's the one we need to worry about. She's always been frail, and without the electrolyte drink, she could get seriously sick." I was too dizzy to argue, so I turned to the others in our group for help, only to be met with eye rolls. "Sophie, you're taking this jealousy way too far." "Ryan was just looking after someone who's actually sick. Do you really have to act like you're abo

Three weeks ago. The night of the blood moon. I ran alone through the high passes, heavy with young—nine moons along, the pup quickening with every step. The trail gave way. I tumbled, striking stone and ice, wedged in a crevice where the cold would finish what gravity began. I sent my call through the spirit-web to the healers. Needed the Alpha's permission to cut the pup from my dying flesh. Ninety-nine summons. Silence. The hundredth time, the bond stirred.

The dawn that broke over the Ravine was not the soft gold of a Northern spring. It was a harsh, terrifying white. High above the atmosphere, the Southern Council’s mirror-satellites were shifting, catching the unfiltered intensity of the sun and focusing it into a singular, lethal beam. The air already tasted of ozone, and the ancient snow on the peaks of the Frost-Pins was beginning to weep, turning into torrents of meltwater that roared down the cliffs.