Book Of The New Sun Audiobook Novels & Stories

Behind me, Rome stayed near the entrance, watching quietly. “Do you like this one?” he suddenly asked. I turned slightly. He was pointing toward a specific book resting on one of the nearby shelves. I stepped closer and pulled it out carefully. My eyes widened slightly when I read the title. It was a novel written by Sun the Morning. A love story about the moon and the sun. A quiet memory surfaced inside my mind. I had read this before in my past life. The story had stayed with me for years because of how bittersweet and beautiful it had been.

(Isabel’s POV) The first sound was a sharp, splintering crash, like glass screaming as it shattered. My body jerked, but my eyelids wouldn't open. Desperate for a rare, weightless moment of sleep, I pulled the thin blanket over my head. Another crash ripped through the air, but this time it was closer. I groaned and opened my eyes halfway, but the light stung. I shut them again and wished the noise away. Broken glass was not part of the morning routine. As one of the omega orphans assigned to kitchen duty, mornings usually began with the clanging of a spoon on a dented pot. This was something different. The sound was harsh and violent, as though there had been a fight.

A name appeared. AONDONA. Sophia stared. “Who is Aondona?” No one answered. Then the book began writing by itself. THE HUMAN WHO IS READING THIS STORY. Sophia’s eyes widened. The First Silence looked terrified. Even Asterion stepped backward. The Father Beyond whispered: “Impossible.” The black book closed. Then reopened. A final sentence appeared: “THE AUTHOR HAS NOTICED YOU.” The sky went completely dark. And somewhere beyond every universe a human hand turned a page. End of Chapter 172 TO BE CONTINUED…

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

"Hold on!" The god of serenity descended upon the ethereal realm like a celestial being, his eyes ablaze with a bluish grey flame. With a sweep of his hand, he unleashed a torrent of divine energy, pushing against the magic that sought to trap me within the mirror. In an instant, I was yanked back, gasping for breath as I stumbled into the real world. His strong arms steadied me, pulling me close in a tight embrace. Relief washed over me as I clung to him, feeling the warmth and reassurance of his presence. "I'm here, Caidyn," he whispered, his voice tender and soothing. "You're safe now."

“I won’t let you take him!” “Selene!” Alaric shouted, staggering to his feet. He reached for her, but the wind pushed him back, separating him from his family. The old woman’s voice rose above the storm, clear and unwavering. “One soul must return!” And then, with a final pulse of light, the book tore itself apart. Pages scattered like embers into the wind, each glowing fragment vanishing as it drifted away. The vortex collapsed with a deafening crack, and silence fell.

“Run far. Run fast. But when I find you—” The mirrors explode outward, shards spinning like suns. Later, in the sanctum’s deepest vaults, I lay my hands upon the Solarion. It is a sphere the size of a cathedral, suspended in a crucible of chains, suns bound within its core. Its light sears my vision white, but I do not blink. I drink it in until my veins hum with fire. “Mine,” I breathe. And for the first time, it answers. Not in words.

Every time a soldier reformed, Kael and I hit the same rhythm — sword, flame, strike, breath — until the air hummed with the pattern of us. Then the ground burned. Not from fire. From presence. Light gathered on the horizon, trembling — not stable, not real — like a god’s echo clawing its way back through its own death. Solen. Or what was left of him. He stepped out of the light — translucent, cracked with fractures of gold, his form flickering between glory and ruin. “You cannot kill the Sun,” he said, voice hollow. “You can only delay dawn.” I smiled. “Guess I’m hitting snooze, then.”

"Was it worth it? Being a god?" A screen flickered nearby. A single line of text appeared, written in the font of the old world: Always. Now, let’s plant some trees. Would you like me to continue with Chapter 31, perhaps focusing on the first day of the New World, or should we jump ahead to see how the "Digital Sun" and the "Void Goddess" rule the wasteland?

Gavin refilled my coffee three times before I finished one piece of toast. “Alpha over, no signs.” “Gamma over, no sighs.” At this point, I was getting close to noon by the way the sun was positioned in the sky. My wolf started pacing. She was getting antsy. “Gavin, where is my sniper?” His head snapped up to me. “What?” “My sniper, where is it?” My eyes met his. “What is it?” He was instantly beside me. “Something is wrong. My wolf feels threatened.” His back stiffened as a warrior threw open the office door. “Luna, Beta?”