Romans & histoires Breath Of The Sun

She knew Circe was still there, somewhere inside—but that didn’t make the emptiness disappear. The forest that lined the road to Blue Moon Pack stretched endlessly, towering evergreens swaying under the cool mountain wind. Lydia’s window was half open, letting in the scent of moss, pine, and something else—faint traces of wolf and Lycan mingled in the air, ancient and pulsing with quiet power.

At the very bottom of the metal box lay a yellowed photo. In the photo, a teenage girl was hugging a little boy, and they were both smiling brightly. That was my brother, Sunny. Before becoming Tatiana Buzzelli, I scraped by in the Southeast Darland black market. I didn't even have a name. There was nothing I wouldn't do to earn money to save Sunny's life. I committed every sin imaginable, long past the point of redemption. Night after night, Sunny would wake up, shaken by nightmares. He'd hold my hands and cry. "I'm scared. I don't want you to kill anymore. Can we leave, please?"

Anthony peeked out from behind her, looking smug. I collapsed onto the floor, finally snapping back to my senses. Looking at my sister's blazing eyes, mine turned red. "Sis, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad." I struggled to my feet, enduring the unbearable itch crawling across my skin, and began putting every rubber figurine back where it belonged. In the end, my throat was so swollen I could barely breathe, and my face turned a sickly blue before I collapsed onto the ground again. Yessenia watched me gasp for air while still trying to clean up. She seemed a little taken aback.

of the breeder will be overlooked as long as the price is cut in half, which Storm clearly ended up agreeing to. The air in the room is suddenly sucked right out, leaving nothing but a burning feeling in my lungs. At the bottom of the paper is a name that I never thought I'd see in a million years. Yours truly, it reads, Aaron Hampton.

’ Suddenly, the muffled sound of a door being violently thrown open echoed through the line. Kaelen’s heart forcefully skipped a beat, his hands tightening instinctively around the steering wheel. “Matt! What on earth happened over there? Answer me!” However, the one who responded to him was not Matt. “Where are you?” Hearing Scarlett’s voice, Kaelen’s face shifted drastically. “What’s wrong?” After a momentary stillness, Scarlett spoke, her words cutting through the air with agonizing slowness. “Your Luna, Iris, and the pup in her womb are both dead.”

Aria looked toward the rising sun, smiling with tears streaking silently down her face. “I will rule,” she said quietly. “I will raise our child. I will protect this world.” Her hand rested over her stomach as the second heartbeat pulsed—stronger now. “And when the cycle ends,” she whispered, voice hardening with a promise, “I will rip the heavens open and bring him back to me.” Far beneath the earth, bound in light and shadow— Dax opened his eyes. And the seal began to whisper his name silently.

“It’s what I do with YOU now, yes. Don’t get me wrong, chasing the sun is awesome and you were right about the exercise and getting out of the house, but what about just sitting back and enjoying what nature had to offer?” “Twizzlers?” She asked with amusement. “Nature’s greatest achievement,” I joked before taking a bite and Aurora laughed. We laid there on the cold hood of the car for a while until the sun began to rise, “Oh, the shows starting!” I exclaimed with excitement to have Aurora laugh again before taking another bite of her Twizzler and looking back at the sky. It was a comfortable silence as we watched the sun illuminate the sky slowly with an array of colors. “It’s funny, come

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

The world’s first breath was not wind. It was memory. It rippled through the air—soft and wide—like a sigh carried by a thousand voices that had been waiting too long to be heard. The trees bent as it passed. The light fractured, then rejoined itself in new colors that didn’t exist before. The sky, once gold, deepened into something more—an ocean of pale warmth that shimmered with faint threads of blue fire. For a moment, there was peace.