Beneath A Ruthless Sun Novels & Stories

“What comes next… the gaze of a goddess… there is no treaty for that, no safe ground, all you need to do is to be swift and silent.” With a final nod, he and his rogues went back the way they had come, vanishing into the rock. We were alone, the four of us on the edge of an unknown part of the world. The sun was setting, painting the mist below in fiery oranges and purples. Zayne found a shallow cave, just a scoop in the cliff face. It was our only shelter from the wind and cold. He made a small fire, while Elara tended to my wound with quiet, efficient hands, using herbs from a pouch she’d somehow kept.

Chapter 48: Jayson's POV The wind howled like a beast as the helicopter blades cut through the frozen Russian air. I looked down at the blanket of white below, vast, endless, and suffocating. Somewhere beneath that snow-covered wilderness was the place I swore I’d never return to. The prison. It was buried so deep underground that even the devil would think twice before stepping in. “We’re here,” the pilot said, his thick accent slicing through my thoughts. “Five minutes.”

And Richard's scoff was like the rain threatening to take away the beautiful sun due to its jealousy. Well, who doesn't love summer? Right now, she oddly felt it inside and it's all that matters. …... Thanks for reading. I appreciate🙏

He was enjoying this terrible weather. He lowered his face and opened his eyes, which were red. Perhaps the demand for prey had created a storm inside him which was stirring more than the storm outside. Spreading his tongue over his lips, he hung up again, opened the window and entered. He looks at the unaware man on the bed. It was his last night. He slowly stepped towards the bed and sat on the bed with pleasure. He started stroking his hair vigorously. He got up but when he saw this terrible man sitting next to him, his scream came out. The man attacked his throat with his teeth. He sat on top of him and began to weed him. His hands face and clothes were stained with blood, but he was bus

The sun hung low in the afternoon sky, its amber light dripping like honey across the city skyline. Shadows lengthened across tree-lined avenues as a black SUV glided smoothly through familiar streets, its polished surface catching glimmers of gold. Inside, nestled in the plush leather of the back seat, Adrain sat with an arm wrapped securely around his wife, Elena. Her head rested against him, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion but glowing with the soft, luminous sheen of recent motherhood.

"Send scouts to monitor their movements closely. We'll strike when they're most vulnerable." Ryan nodded and left to relay my orders. Alone in my tent, I allowed myself a moment to process the day's events. The victory was ours, but the war was far from over. Adrian was a formidable opponent, and I knew he wouldn't take this defeat lightly. The moonlight cast shadows on the walls of my chamber, and I felt a pang of nostalgia. This battle had reminded me of my early days as Alpha, when every decision felt like a test of my leadership. But those days were long gone. I was no longer the untested leader struggling to prove himself. I was Magnus, the Ruthless Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and I had

It tried to gather all the fire-attribute energy, and then burst out a round of power that was far beyond the power of the eruption of the volcano before, trying to perish together with the human who tried to refine it. Ruthless! It was ruthless! The Scorching Sun Flame was about to explode! Zephyr Khan looked extremely serious, and his eyes were filled with frost in an instant... "Domain of Ice! Suppress it!"