روايات وقصص ضمن Breath Of The Sun

Every strand of your hair belongs to me Every breath you take is also mine You are my forever slave - KALANTIAW __________________________________________ FIRST LIFE, in the year prior to the 15th century. -------------------------------------------- The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky. The golden fingers of sunlight lit up the surroundings. Sun rays come as nature's easel, giving brilliant color to what was hidden even under the passing starlit night. The sky was a billion pure eyes of light and the grass green underfoot, it was as if night and day had become one beautiful moment. The dawn had come, so as this vile man.

It’s become the air we breathe. Raven tilted her head toward the horizon. “And you?” A pause, soft and full of affection. I’m here — in every pulse that listens. --- Global Network — Unified Broadcast At sunset, every screen lit once more. This time, it wasn’t Sophia’s face, nor a voice, but an image — humanity’s dream rendered visible. Cities glowing like constellations. Oceans humming with bioluminescent currents. Forests breathing in rhythm with the atmosphere. A line of text shimmered beneath the imagery:

Exuberant pressure from the pulsing head began to undo oxygen in the land making these few surving men who launched the sun unable to breath. Meanwhile, the scientist stood at a formiddable distance watching the scene unfolding with the use of a macro binocular. The sun was still soaring higher but it's radiating heat could still be felt, and by now all of the able bodied men had already been obliterated and turned into ashes. Muffled fried blood wafting the air due to the incandescent heat smoldering down from the sun. Now the sun had gotten to the clouds and the land of Basiton suddenly became warm with sunlight, the warm golden light bathed the land and the inhabitants of Basiton suddenly

JOSH POV “Feel the wind? Focus on the wind, Josh. Hone into that one thing. Feel it flutter your hair. The way it shifts your shirt and moves the leaves.” She pauses, “Now, don’t feel, but smell the sunshine. The fresh, warm, clean scent it gives off. It softly heats the dirt, lifting the earthiness into the air particles. Smell the pine trees that grow from that sunshine.”

"All I need is the rhythm." --- Selena Gomez ●●● Hands pushing me towards the bathtub. 'Ugly ass' 'kill yourself' 'Pussy' Were the only things I could hear. They finally push me down and keep me down by my shoulders. The instant I go into the water, the voices fade away. Underwater, I feel almost... Peaceful. Away from what the world is bringing for me. The water goes into my mouth. I am screaming 'help me, I can't breathe' but I can't even hear my own voice. No one can.

"I need to hear the planet. I need to know what I’m fighting for." The Song of the Sun They entered the rift. It wasn't a tunnel; it was a cathedral of fire. The sun’s surface was a roiling ocean of white-hot plasma, arches of solar flares reaching out like the fingers of a vengeful god. The ship began to groan. The metal was screaming. But in the center of the bridge, the six infants began to glow. They weren't afraid. To them, the sun wasn't a threat; it was just another frequency. They began to "hum"—a sound that bypassed the air and resonated directly in Leo’s bones.

someone breathes. But they were wrong. Far beyond the forest’s edge, where the river bends towards the mountains, a pulse of light flickers in the mist. It hums with heat, with power, with rebirth. I gasp — first breath of a new life. My skin glows faintly beneath the soot. The air is cool, clean, alive with energy. My hair, once tangled and dull, flows like black silk streaked with ember. My tears dry instantly. The whisper returns — softer now.

I scoffed at him, even though I was a little bit tipsy I still wanted him, seeing the naughty smirk on his lips I had no idea of what he was thinking at the moment. “Don't beg me to stop then, because I won't be able to stop if I start” I whispered seductively in my ear, as his hot breath hit my neck sending chills down my spine. ************************************* Under a brilliant sun, the day unfolds with a symphony of warmth and light. The azure sky stretches endlessly, adorned with wisps of cotton-white clouds drifting lazily. Golden rays cascade through emerald leaves, casting dappled shadows on the earth below. The air hums with the gentle buzz of life awakening, as nature flourishe

It was only after a few hours of consolidating his strength at that stage, that Mane finally opened his eyes. The first thing he did was to exhale a breath of air. The gust of wind that escaped his mouth was as white as mist, and full of power. Mane had so thoroughly baptized his spirit with Chaos that even his breath was infused with it. The small gust of wind flew across the horizon, travelling at speed comparable to a comet as it whizzed past several planets in orbit and finally crashed into a stray meteor, boring a small, almost indiscernible hole in the large rock. Yet the small wind Mane had exhaled so simply was still travelling, and its power remained undiminished.