Blood On The Sun Novels & Stories

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.

So everyone thinks, but the truth is different. - Augustus, - she whispered as she stared at the gold under the skin of the vampire's neck, and with the strength of her gaze, although the pressure in her head threatened to drive her mad, she tore out that particle with the force of her thought - cries of pain amidst the blood and horror echoed through the camp - and, as the sun in the sky began to wither, Soraia's eyes began to bleed. The world around stopped to stare at her as Soraia by her will pulled away the vampires surrounding Augustus in one gesture and made a burning sun rise in her eyes; the vampires screamed in desperation and even tried to run, but were reduced to ashes.

"Silas found something. In the sub-basement of the ruins. He says it’s the reason Solas was so obsessed with your bloodline." ​I paused, the silver light in my palms flickering. The "obsidian" truth. I handed the needle to a young medical apprentice and stood, my back cracking with the effort. ​"Watch the vitals," I commanded. "If the fever spikes, use the Sun-Salt." ​The Vault of the First Blood ​Liam met me at the edge of the palace ruins. The Sun-Palace was now a jagged crater of scorched stone and melted gold. He looked like he had been mining for days—his hair matted with gray dust, his knuckles raw.

I whispered. He took a breath that wasn’t needed. “Five hundred years ago, our sun vanished. No one knows why. Some say the ancient king Solaris angered the gods. Some say it was punishment for our sins. Whatever the truth, vampires became prisoners of night. We can walk in moonlight, starlight, candlelight. but sunlight burns us to ash in seconds.” He placed his hand over my belly. “You, Harper Quinn, are the first human in recorded history whose blood carries pure sunlight. I smelled it the moment you stepped on that stage. One taste” His eyes darkened with memory. “One taste and I knew you were the Sun-Born of prophecy.”

I looked up through the new opening in the roof, and my blood ran cold. The clouds had cleared, revealing the sky. Hanging there, huge and ominous, was the Blood Moon. It glowed with a sinister, crimson light that bathed the entire ruins in the color of blood. Olivia looked up and started to laugh again, a wild, manic sound. “You’re too late, Aria!” she hissed, her eyes reflecting the red glow. “The ritual is about to start again. And this time, nothing is going to stop it!”

The Moon, just clearing the ridge of the eastern mountain, should have been silver. She was not. She rose, huge and low, swollen and *red.* A deep, dark crimson, as if someone had wrapped a veil of blood around Her. Gasps rippled through the hall. Rhea swore. Kerran dropped his quill. Elia whispered a curse from an old tongue she rarely used. Scar stared, eyes gone sharp and wary. “A Blood Moon,” Kerran breathed. “But… no. That should not be. The charts—” “The charts did not account for *this,*” Luna said.

“You’re not hurt?” “No.” My voice came out steadier than I felt, which seemed to be the theme of the night. “Not physically.” His jaw ticked — that same tell from the car, except now I understood exactly what it meant. He was furious, and not at me. He crouched down beside Marco, who one of the medics was already working on, pressing gauze against the wound in his shoulder with quick, competent hands. “He’ll live,” the medic said without looking up. “Lucky. Missed the artery by an inch.”

“What can’t be tonight?” Aurora turned slowly to face them and her expression was grave. “Look outside,” she said quietly. Everyone turned toward the shattered windows. The moon was rising over the tree line and it was massive, easily three times its normal size, and it was red. Someone moved to the window and everyone heard Jessica’s sharp intake of breath. Blood red, the color of fresh blood. “Blood moon,” Jessica breathed, and her voice was shaking. “It’s a blood moon.” “Oh no,” Jessica whispered. “Oh no no no, this is bad, this is really bad—”

Sharper this time. I swallowed. My hands were shaking. I hugged my sketchbook tighter. He exhaled through his nose. Looked at the blood on his knuckles like it had personally offended him. Then he reached into his jacket, pulled out a black bandana, and started wrapping his hand. I watched, stupidly mesmerized. “Why were you there?” I asked quietly. His eyes flicked to mine. “I was passing through.” “Twice in two days you’ve ‘passed through’ exactly where I am.”