Beneath A Ruthless Sun Novels & Stories

Solas stood amidst the burning wreckage, the Tear of the Sun pulsing in his hand like a dying heart. The sheer intensity of the light began to melt the stones beneath his feet, turning the ruins into a lake of liquid gold. "I am the Sun!" Solas screamed, his voice a distorted, metallic screech. "And you... you are nothing but a stain on my world!" He leveled the crystal at me, and a beam of pure, white-hot divinity erupted. It was enough to vaporize a city.

The bare sky held no cover to protect her from the beastly sun, there she stood under it without any protection, striking her directly, the sun was of no good to her, as was evident from her skin showing tears and blisters at every inch upon which the light shone ruthlessly. The screams of her, echoed through the air like a harsh wind blowing through the trees in the wilderness, gusting wildly. But to meet her disappointment, there was no one to listen to her plea, and no one to pay condolences to. There she stood alone under the bare sun, having no cover on her head. She looked over her skin touching the sun, whole turning run, with having rashes appeared upon it, which began to blister out

"Diego’s men hit one of our shipments an hour ago. They’re escalating." Mateo stood up. "Then we hit back harder. I want his men dead. All of them." At the break of dawn, Enzo stood on the balcony, watching the sunrise. Sienna joined him, her expression thoughtful. "Do you think it’ll work? Pitting them against each other like this?" "It’s already working.” Enzo said quietly. “But it’s not without risks." She placed a hand on his arm, her touch grounding him. "We’ll get through this, Enzo. Together."

She didn't like the way Megan addressed Ryan but she understood that in their relationship, Megan was the boss because she was a Luna. KuLaa was even grateful that Megan had yet to mistreat Ryan in any way. "I read that if a hibernating vampire is exposed to the sun, they will turn to ashes. What if someone discovers them and exposes them to the sun? I insist that we take them with us whether we find the moles or not!" Megan insisted strongly. "You insist?" KuLaa asked with a puzzled face. It was as if she just heard the most ridiculous joke ever. "Yes! I insist?" Megan snapped with flaring nostrils. It was clear that she had lost her temper and composure.

Apollo, the Sun God, stood on a plateau of blazing light, the heat and intensity of the sun's core muted by his divine presence. He gazed across the golden expanse, where Jolene, his radiant fiancée, played with their children. The backdrop of towering solar flares and swirling plasma clouds only highlighted her ethereal beauty. Her laughter echoed like musical chimes amid the sun's roaring energy.

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🔞 #CHAPTER_2 ⏳⏳⏳⏳⏳⌛⌛⌛⌛⌛ ⏳⏳⏳⏳⏳⏳⏳⏳ ⌛⌛⌛⌛⌛⌛ ⌛⌛⌛⌛⌛ ⌛⌛⌛⌛ ⌛⌛⌛ ⌛⌛ ⌛. #OMINICIESNT_POV 👳 The sun sets on the city of Marida .. Heat descends on the people of Marida.. The Most of the people are sweaty and tired from the work they do, some are hungry while some are thirsty.. There wasn't much activity going on, There was little movement on the streets, Men, women and children remain quiet in their homes to take shelter and avoid the burning sun... Everyone opens the doors and windows of the houses to get some fresh breeze and air, those That are less fortunate don't have homes to go to... seek shelter in the shades of people's house or shops...While those who are very or much m

I tried to order in my regular low tone. He placed his hands on the fold-up armrest provided for the chair. Seriously! He actually expected me to unbutton his shirt. But I am not going to do that. I wore my gloves and took the scissors, ready to dress the wound. He smirked as if in an appreciation and a warning and took his hands off the armrests. I know he is removing his buttons but I didn't dare to look at his body. I looked into his beautiful green eyes and they held my gaze. As his hands reached his chest, a gold skin made an appearance, unlike the pale skin most men have.

The silence of the night pressed heavily against the walls of the safe house, but inside Isabella’s mind, a storm was raging. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and suddenly she was no longer sitting on the worn couch — she was back in a small, sunlit room from years ago, a place untouched by the violence and betrayal that now ruled her life.

Never to walk back in their lives again. And he did not make that sacrifice for these assholes to win. He was determined to put an end to this, even if it would cause him his "second" life. The reflection of the sun bounced against his polarized visor. He never enjoyed sunrise before but after being in dark corridors for too long, the sun became an important commodity in his eyes now and he enjoyed bathing in its glow. His focus to the reality was pulled back when they entered the forestry and the welcoming trees blocked off the rays of the sun until they are submerged completely in the shadows provided by the canopy of trees. He gripped his weapon tight as they neared the village.