Blood On The Sun Novels & Stories

CANE (muttering): “Hematocrit ratio… elevated. Accelerated regeneration markers… confirmed. Sunlight tolerance markers… absent?” The device dinged. CANE (wide-eyed): “This blood… it's vampire.” Maika’s expression didn’t shift, though her heart tightened. MAIKA: “He says he hasn’t fed since Seraphine offered her blood. That he doesn’t crave it anymore. He walks under the sun like nothing happened.” CANE: “That’s impossible. No vampire—royal, rogue, or born—can metabolize solar radiation. Their cells burn from it.” He pulled up a layered image of blood cells. They were shifting, almost evolving under scrutiny.

Charlie The sun sets differently over the mountains now. Six months ago, I nearly watched the sun die. I saw it swallowed by a black disc, turning the world into a cold, purple twilight that smelled of rot and end-times. But tonight the sunset is a riot of tangerine and bruised gold, painting the snow-capped peaks of the Northern Territory in fire. It’s vibrant. It’s loud. It’s unapologetically alive. I stand on the balcony of the Alpha Suite at Bloodmoon, leaning against the stone railing. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of pine and the distant smoke of a bonfire down in the village.

I hope he makes it in time to disrupt the ritual and save his kind. The blood moon reaches its apex. It bathes the whole room in red. Vampires gasp as a beam of light focuses solely on me. Wolf, please…help me. Do something! A young vampire, similar to one I had killed, forced me into a position. I glare at him. “I can’t wait to see you bleed before you become ash. You have pissed off the wrong alpha.” He chuckles. “Sharp tongue for a bitch on her knees and in chains.”

‎ ‎A drop of blood. ‎ ‎ ‎

“But whatever it is—it’s coming.” And as the first light broke over the horizon, painting the valley gold, a faint red shimmer bled across the edges of the rising sun. The Blood Moon was coming early.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart before slowly opening my eyes. The sight in front of me made me freeze, barely able to breathe. We were standing at the highest point of the Bloodmoon Pack territory, with a cliff beneath us and a sea of clouds rolling like waves down below. The eastern sky, once a quiet gray-blue, was gradually being torn apart. A brilliant streak of golden-red spilled across the clouds, like someone had tipped over a paint bucket. Then, the sun broke through the clouds—a fiery red orb emerging. Its rays burst through the darkness of dawn, painting the world with a dazzling shade of gold.

She skims through the dusty, yellow papers while I observe her Rin silence. When she finds the page she was searching for she gestures for me to come over. “I think she was attacked by one of the Band of Blood. They are known for having received gifts from the Sun God himself. If I am correct the fog still festers in her blood. You marking her didn’t exactly help, it weakened her already fragile state. We need to clean her blood thoroughly, until there is nothing left of the fog.” She says.

I brought my leg forward and bit into it hard enough to draw blood. Look into the sun as you ingest and don't look away. I know it will blind you at first but as your eyes adjust and your blood burns - you will become a Sun Wolf. I knew that normal wolves saw the sun as a white blinding light. But I saw it orange and raw. I could stare at it for hours. When you finally see it for what it is, you will know. He said nothing and nodded. I held my leg out before his open mouth and a few drops of blood fell in.

"Cain is using it to 'Fertilize' the sun. He’s going to turn the sun into a 'Blood-Star'." ​Leo looked at the sun. A single, red vein was appearing on the surface of the star.