Breath Of The Sun Novels & Stories

“You might be feeling suffocated right now but once you get a glimpse of Sunny, everything will disappear. Now… all we have to do is wait.” “Thank you, Aunt.” I hugged her and prayed for Dawn’s safe delivery.

“I don’t understand—” “Then don’t think. Just breathe with me.” Their bodies pressed together, hearts racing, their bond thrumming in agony and need. For the first time, Aria realized just how inescapable it was — not a curse, but a lifeline. She buried her face against his chest, inhaling his scent, forcing air into her lungs with his. Slowly, painfully, the poison’s grip loosened, undone only by their closeness. When at last Kael could draw a full breath, he held her tighter, his forehead resting against hers.

I don't see a thing. I try a few times as I take a few cautious steps but get no results. Sighing in frustration, I continue to walk and listen for any sounds. It's eerily quiet. Not even a breeze stirs in the air. I'm walking for what I assume are minutes when it happens. A loud roar reverberates throughout the area. It sounds like a lion's roar but deeper. Suddenly, the air stirs around me with a loud whoosh. I look around, pulling my flailing hair from my face; I struggle against the wind. Fragments begin to fly around me, hitting me in the arms and legs. I cry out in pain when my skin begins to burn in every part the debris touches. That's when the darkness wanes, and an oddly colored su

Third-person POV "Lena!" Emily's voice came through gritted teeth, her hands clenched into fists. "What are you doing here?!" Lena Parker had always been Emily's rival. Ever since college, Lena was always one step ahead of her—better grades, better opportunities, always winning. Emily had barely managed to wait her out until Lena went abroad. So why was she back now? Lena shot Emily a lazy glance, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Long time no see. You're looking pretty pregnant."

His breath stank of cigarettes. "Let me go!" I gagged, struggling hard. The next second, the guy flew two feet back, passing out with a grunt. A familiar, cool scent hit me as someone helped me up. I looked up to see a handsome face, and tears poured out. "You left the party early," he said, his voice deep and soothing. "I got worried and checked the surveillance. I'm sorry I'm late."

He sighed and said, "You're not turning into anything." "But you bit me. I read that when vampires bite a human, their venom spreads and infects all of the host's cells, turning them into vampires." "Where did you read that?" "From the Internet." He sighed and said, "You won't change. This is all you need to know now." And as he tried to leave, I asked, "I also read that vampires can't walk under the sun." "It's a myth. Do I look like I'm in pain when I walk in the sun."

It is about to crystallize and make it clear to all of them, “She is nicknamed the Daughter of the Sun.” Shocked murmurs came at the name of their King, Daughter of the Sun! One of the legends of the ancients, they hear tales about which it is not known whether they are true or not. The daughter of the sun, which is a miniature sun that walks over the earth, has supernatural abilities to erase the impact of every area it enters, burn it to nothingness, concealing its trace, destroying any kind of witnesses that can tell about it. They say she lives alone without a partner in the lonely mountains until she dies,

The mountain breathes out. And Duskbane waits.

Nina opened her eyes and was greeted by the rising sun. She slowly sat up on her bed. It was a sunny day but she it felt like there were clouds in her room. The door burst open and Mrs. Story walked in. “Hey, what’s wrong with you?” She asked and sat on her bed “this is the first time you’re waking up this late for work” Nina looked at the time and hopped out of bed, but she was struck by morning sickness and she made a dash for the bathroom.

The first thing that breaks is the silence. Not with sound—but with will. The pressure crushing my chest fractures as something inside me snaps awake, sharp and incandescent, like a star cracking its shell. I gasp, fingers digging into Caelan’s sleeve as the invisible tether between us tightens, pulses, recognizes. Alaric Mooncrest takes a single step back. That should terrify me. Instead, it enrages him. “You feel it now,” Alaric says softly, wonder and menace threading his voice. “The Moon Born stirs when threatened. Just as the texts warned.”