Blood On The Sun Novels & Stories

"I know it sounds horrible, but it's a protectant to a Sun Faye because they may get attacked but their blood will send their attacker into an immediate coma of sorts, killing them within minutes depending on how much blood they have consumed. But that's only mid to low-level bloodsuckers. The higher-level bloodsuckers might OD but still, live. It's the Ancient Royals, Royals, Ancient Ones, Old ones, Originals, or whatever the hell you want to call them that can suck a Sun Faye dry and not bat an eye at it depending on their age, of course." "They are usually the only ones that know the unique benefits Sun Faye's blood possesses. Which is the ability for a bloodsucker to be out during the da

“Why?” “We have the same day.” he said. Everyone looked at him. “But I was born in the morning. Not the night. The script specifically said night of the lunar eclipse.” Luna almost stood up at the news, but relaxed after the explanation of Sol. They almost had it there. She sighed and scratched her temples. “Other clues?” she asked everyone. At this point everyone has something to read, something to inspect. They are looking for more clues. “I have one here. It says, “In the land soaked in the blood of war, Apolaki shall bless the child of triumph.” What do you think?” The head of security said.

“Nice to see you step up, Alpha.” He rolled his eyes at her. “You sit over there with Meg. Everest come with me, I need your blood.” “My blood? What for?” I asked as Finn growled. “Oh, calm down” Rowena snapped at Finn. “She’ll be fine. The blood of the Sun is required to break Helios’s curse. Since you carry his blood, your blood is necessary.” I nodded. “Okay…Rowena? What’s going to happen when we break the curse?” She grinned. “You’re going to see just how powerful you really are…Don’t worry, it’s who you were born to be. Nothing more, or less.”

“A human, fighting me for a mere woman? Hah.” “SHUT UP ALREADY!” Liam screamed, swinging his leg back to kick the creature. And then he was gone. As quickly as he had arrived, he had vanished into the shadows. The only thing that lingered was the bodies around him, drained of blood. As the sun hit Liam, he fell to his knees.

The bleeding heart of the King. Slowly, he fell on his knees, in Midst of thousands of bodies, thousands of souls he had sent to hell. As more reddish tears streamed down his face, so did the heavens as the sun vanished, and in its place was a BLOOD MOON, the bleeding heart of the Alpha King, shaking the earth with his pain.

Joseph felt the wind knocked out of him as he heard the whistle followed by the loudest sound he's ever heard in all his 16 years under the Tau Ceti sun. A whiz and BOOM. Whiz and BOOM. Explosion after explosion came pummeling down onto them. An unending barrage of terrifying heat and sound and fireball crashed all around them. Joseph covered his face as clods of disturbed earth pelted and rained down on him. His screams were drowned out by the loud thunders. It went on forever. Until it didn't. Then it stopped. He heard nothing afterwards except the constant ringing in his ear.

“It’s worth a try. Maybe my blood is worthy. After all, it did unlock Muxue Yan’s bonds.” Hoko’s face turned white as a sheet upon hearing Xiyu’s words, and he clenched his fist behind his back, shivering as the couple faced each other. Using Xiyu’s ice dagger, Dongyue made a sharp cut on his hand and Xiyu’s, allowing the blood to trickle down the hole of the platform. Xiyu heard his prayers loud and clear. “Bodhisattva, grant me strength.” She heard the sound a chilly wind emerge from somewhere in the room, gradually getting louder and closer as the lights surrounding the platform lit up in a myriad of varying colours. No longer purple, she counted seven different colours.

Blood. It was everywhere—slick on the dirt, staining blades, soaking into Jason’s side. My breath caught when I saw it, hot panic rising in my throat. He tried to hide it, standing tall, his sword still steady, but I wasn’t blind. I saw the way his hand pressed against his ribs, the way his jaw clenched against the pain. And he still fought. For me.

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

I could not see anything except a bright, red light in my vision, and my grip on the amulet went tighter, causing my fingers to draw blood from my palm. I do not know how long whatever that experience was lasted. But when I could see again, the amulet was glowing brighter than before, a brighter red enough to illuminate a small room. I smiled as I wore it around my neck. The sun had already risen and it was the perfect opportunity to test my newfound power. I exhaled as I put my hand out into the sunlight. Nothing happened. Joy bubbled in my stomach as I fully stepped into the sun, raising my head and closing my eyes. It was the best feeling ever.