Brighter Than The Sun Novels & Stories

(S​l⁠oa​ne’s POV) The sunlight today was different. It was sharper, c​older, sl‍icing throu‍gh the gaps in the blinds like a reminder th‍at the wo‍rl​d hadn't stopp​ed​ turning just because mine had fractured.

He gestured broadly toward the sky. "Speed. Strength. Healing. Those are the gifts of the Moon Blessed." He pointed toward the sun, now fully risen above the trees. "That power is tied to the moon itself. During the day, especially under direct sunlight, it will be weaker. Not gone. Diminished." He paused, letting that sink in. "At night, under moonlight, you will be exponentially stronger." "So I'm useless during the day?" I asked. "Not useless," he said dryly. "Just less terrifying."

He turned his face toward the distant horizon, where the moon still lingered faintly. “She will come to understand what she is. The Moon thinks it can hide her forever.” He lifted a hand, and light spilled from his palm — pure, scorching, divine. “But even night must bow to dawn.” The molten flare erupted, staining the horizon gold. And as its echo reached Kael’s kingdom, the air itself whispered: The Sun is coming.

The brighter she shines, the happier I am. ******************************************

She blinked at the Healer, even though her face was a bit blurry. Outside, the sun was shining clear. Even shafts of sunlight strode into the windows, bathing her in golden light. And when that light hit her form… “She looks like the sun incarnate herself,” the same Healer gasped, muttering another prayer to the Moon Goddess to spare her from Sasha’s fury. But Sasha’s fire burned even brighter, even the shadows that dim some part of the dining hall ran away as her flame glowed and glowed and burned and burned—

He lifted his head, gazing at the sun in the sky. Why was the sun so dazzling? It was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes. The sun shone brightly, and the sky was clear…

He squeezed me tight before letting me go and kicking me out of his room. So much for giving Levi and Brontus more magic. I'll have to try tomorrow night. Maybe now I can get some of my energy back and be better prepared for tomorrow. —-------- Not sure why, but the sun seems so much brighter today. Everything looks vibrant and welcoming. The white walls seem to be glowing this morning. Is this what being in love is like? Does it make everything so much better? Color, smells and food?

I swear. She sparkles and twinkles and blinks with honey brown light in the wake of daylight's rigor mortis. She shimmers. Glimmers. And burns. They say that no matter how long the night is, eventually, day will break, right? But what if your Sun was not a Sun. What if there was no guarantee that the Sun will show up when morning finally comes. What if your Sun was a person, not a ball of hydrogen and helium burning fierce and bright, zillions of miles away. What if your Sun didn't need to rise; rather, you needed it, or him, or her, to walk into your life before you could see clear skies.

His eyes reacted to the abnormal brilliancy of the sun and he squinted to protect them. “I told you to set your alarm,” Ari growled. “I’m starving.” “Why is the sun so bright here? It’s three times as bright as back home,” Felix growled back. “We have machines that repair the ozone. This is what the sun looked like before the war,” she said as she grabbed his forearm and pulled him along. “Olga is waiting for us and I’m going to vomit from hunger.” “I’m sorry about the alarm,” Felix said with genuine remorse. “I should have set it before I showered. I don’t remember lying down.”

Had anyone walked by the sight would have been a right picture; I mean how often do you see three bigger than normal wolves embracing each other? We must have stayed this way for a few hours because when we finally shifted back the sun was beginning to rise, spreading her gold in every direction. She comes in the way that natural forces do, needing no invitation yet feeling her welcome. The light is her gift, bold and free, for anyone who cares to open their eyes in the dawn and watch the world awake. This is our sun, a fire ignited to bring warmth to creation and inspire us to seek our own beauty within. The start to a new day though be it a far from happy one.