Breath Of The Sun Novels & Stories

Breathing. But no longer broken

I am just a normal, mortal human who wanted nothing but revenge for my parents… But why is he acting as if we already met before? “Can’t you remember my face? It’s me, Heather.” He took another step forward, and I took another step back. I started panicking, my heartbeat is raising as he started getting closer and closer upon my location. Now he is calling me by a name that I never heard before… Until I felt something hard on my back… He already cornered me by a wall. Only now that I realized how close we are to each other, and if only he’s breathing like a normal human would, then maybe I already inhaled his breath… Just a few inches away and I’m sure that our lips will finally collide.

My blue eyes aren’t helping either, too bright, too noticeable. I open a drawer and pull out a small black bottle. Not cologne. Pheromones. Alpha pheromones. I spray it liberally on the chest, neck, and wrists. Then raise my arm to my nose and inhale. Strong. Sharp. Synthetic. But effective. Satisfied, I tuck the bottle into my pocket and head out.

It’s because that’s when you’ll be able to go into your wolf form to get us as far away as we can. Yes, I’m always stronger during the day, and I can also heal myself when I bath in the sunlight. The birth mark of the sun that I was told by My foster father that I should never show anyone glows when I heal. That’s strange that even Beta Micah also mention that I need to find her just like Sulien did. So, I’m thinking the her must be my made up friend Zira, but she’s not real…right?

Suzan said looking at the sky. "You're right, our very existence is a miracle itself...." Sophia mumbled... as they continued their journey toward their soon-to-be residence..... The Sun of their 2nd day walking towards their destination was about to set .... "Sisterrrrrr when we'll arrive dammit" Sophia asked. "Just a little more....." Suzan replied, "we're near our new home....."

Dawn . Suddenly, the pressure in my chest vanishes.My car swerves slightly as a gasp catches in my throat. I grip the steering wheel, staring at the horizon where the first sliver of golden sunlight is breaking through the sky. I press both hands against my chest, right over my heart. Nothing. The void behind my ribs is freezing, a hollow crater where the warm, magnetic pull of the bond used to be. My breathing comes in shallow, ragged hitches. I’m still miles away from the pack territory, stranded on a desolate stretch of road in the middle of nowhere.

Juliana's smile widened, a glint of victory in her eyes. The next day, as Chester and Seth kept Juliana company, a shrill ringtone sliced through the air. Chester's heart clenched without warning. The moment the call connected, a mafia goon's voice, laced with panic, blurted out, "Mr. Kane, we've got a huge problem! At an old factory just outside town, they found a dead woman, her uterus missing, and she's got a birthmark on her arm just like Miss Tania's!"

he gasps, his hands now looking like smudged charcoal as they grip my hips. I can feel the cold of the canvas beginning to seep into him. The heat of the night is being replaced by a wintery chill that radiates from his chest. He lunges deeper, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. I feel the final surge building, a massive, terminal pressure that feels like a physical weight in my chest. My heart is a drum, beating out the seconds until the sun claims him, and the pulsating of his body matches it perfectly. The sun breaks over the horizon. A single beam of golden light hits the empty frame and reflects onto us.

Crowned in thorns of pure lightning. Not Rowan. Not Seris. Not anything Aria had ever seen. Its voice shattered the air: **"The Third Breath begins."**

*River* The sun hangs low in the sky, its warm glow filtering through the canopy of trees that line our path. Aloria walks beside me, her vibrant presence illuminating the trail like the sun itself. I can feel the excitement radiating off her, the thrill of returning to our pack swirling around us like the gentle breeze rustling the leaves. But beneath that excitement lies a shared melancholy, a bittersweet reminder of the family we leave behind, if only for a little while.