Brighter Than The Sun Novels & Stories

"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.

The fire of this spirit was so strong that the one who used it was at risk of being consumed by the fire as well! The Orange Sun of Authority: the spirit which blessed its contracted with the power to control the minds of all creatures. It was a dominating power that was as damaging to its user as it was to those under its influence. When used carelessly, its user could grow mad! The Yellow Sun of Renewal: this was probably the spirit with the mildest backlash, but that was because its power was not focused on combat. Users of this power were able to restore anyone or anything; for there was no restriction on their power. Even the dead could be brought back to life with this power!

; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} There’s nothing more I hate than the sun, especially in summer when the light is blinding and daybreak comes faster than a bullet train. When the light scorches my eyelids, it’s certainly not the highlight of my day.

He was one of them. “Why?” He croaked. “I just like watching the sun rise okay?” I grumbled, waiting for the jeering to start. “Why?” He mumbled again. Well, if he was going to make fun of me, he might as well have a complete armory. “Staring at the sun gives me hope that no matter how dark it gets, no matter how horrible my world becomes, someway, somehow, I will shine through. As long as the sun rises, I will always rise over all of my adversaries. It gives me hope, y’know? The sun is like my own personal energy boost. Always giving me the extra shot I need to keep going in this insane world.” And now more than ever, I needed every drop it could give.

He stood by the window watching the sun sink into the occident. The yellow flickers coruscated his face giving it a new form of brightness. He liked the rays because of their yellow brightness, though he knew darkness would soon eat up the clear atmosphere and his dazzling face would soon be dark and fading. He would be parting ways with the sun. He gazed at it and the signs of a fading beauty, beauty that had once struck his heart crept into his mind. In the sulky long night, he would neither see nor hear of it again. He felt rancorous with darkness - it would separate him from what he loved dearly. But he knew that even on that day when thick darkness would come upon him and cover his soul

Right now I didn’t even care that all the lights in the house were on. It was a thirty minute drive to Theodore’s. The ride was slow and quiet. We were all lost in our thoughts. The dull sound of the tires on the tarmac and the smooth rev of the engine were the only sound that dominated the car through out the entire ride. In a distance, the mansion that hosted most members of the coven appeared. It was a magnificent view and no matter how upset I was I had to appreciate the view. all the lights in the mansion were turned on. I guess they stayed up for me. I feel so special. Not.

Apollo, the Sun God, stood on a plateau of blazing light, the heat and intensity of the sun's core muted by his divine presence. He gazed across the golden expanse, where Jolene, his radiant fiancée, played with their children. The backdrop of towering solar flares and swirling plasma clouds only highlighted her ethereal beauty. Her laughter echoed like musical chimes amid the sun's roaring energy.

The realm I was born in is a naturally dark one. There are only a few days a year when the sun shines. On the other days, the sun is replaced by a white or red-colored disk that illuminates our universe artificially. The color itself always depends on whether it’s hunting season or not. As soon as the sun comes out, my family is the first to go out and bathe in it, even if it weakens them. Not because they love the sun, but because showing off that they don’t turn to dust in it just gives them some sort of kick.

It seemed as though Gideon had extinguished a sun, and the brilliant light flooded the entire space. "This isn't good!" Kori realized the threat, but it was already too late. Four screams echoed in quick succession, followed by complete silence. The Sun Ascending Smash was one of Gideon's most potent and unique skills, known for its incredible ferocity. It was nighttime. Had it been a sunny day, the punch's power would be even more formidable, as it could harness the sun's intense energy for the attack. The light faded swiftly. On the battlefield, four guardians lay lifeless, surrounded by pools of blood—one in front of Gideon, one behind, one to his left, and one to his right.

The day awaited—full of challenge, full of promise, full of the light that only those who burned bright enough could ever leave behind. And as the sun climbed higher, touching the valley and the faces of those who loved, it seemed—just for a moment—that the stars lingered a little longer, watching, remembering, blessing one more sunrise.