Brighter Than The Sun Novels & Stories

It became apparent that the internet cannot always be relied upon for factual information. When I opened the window after a nap, the bright light hurt my eyes. I quickly locked the windows and closed it with the curtain. Damn! I showered and covered myself with clothes to avoid exposing my skin to the sun and remembered that I was going to school and left home.

"There’s nothing wrong with it. It just faces north. It’s too cold. I want a south-facing room. It doesn’t matter if it’s smaller." I really was cold. The brain tumor had thrown off my body’s ability to regulate temperature. It felt like I was trapped in a freezer all the time. Only sunlight gave me even a hint of warmth. "Cold? Then turn on the A/C." Mom looked at me like I was being unreasonable. "The south-facing room is your Uncle Jonathan’s study. The other one is a storage room." "Then I’ll take the storage room." Her eyes widened. "Are you insane? You’re turning down a perfectly good guest room to live in a storage closet? Are you trying to make your Uncle Jonathan think I’m abusing y

--- With the morning sun now fully risen, its warmth enveloped Roderick and Cynthia, chasing away the last traces of the early chill. They sat together, absorbing the beauty of the valley below, and watched as nature's symphony unfolded around them. Birds flitted from tree to tree, their melodies joining in a chorus of celebration. The valley, bathed in sunlight, revealed its vibrant colors—a tapestry of greens, yellows, and blues that stretched to the horizon. Roderick turned to Cynthia once more, his voice a gentle whisper. "Our love is like this sunrise, my dear. It brings light, warmth, and a sense of wonder to every day."

The sun was rising—not the muted, grayish light we had grown accustomed to, but a radiant, golden dawn. Gasps erupted from the crowd, followed by cries of joy. The villagers fell to their knees, some weeping openly. The light spread quickly, bathing the land in vibrant hues of green and gold. Flowers bloomed where there had been only dirt, and the once withered trees reached skyward as if awakening from a long slumber. “It’s the Queen,” someone whispered, their voice trembling with awe. “She’s brought back the sun!” another cried. I stopped in my tracks, overwhelmed by the scene unfolding around me. The warmth of the sun touched my skin, filling me with a strength I hadn’t known before.

His throne, an elaborate seat of blazing gold, was set atop a dais, encrusted with sunstones that shimmered with every step he took. The air was warm, always perfumed with the scent of molten amber and sweet nectar. His chambers were adorned with tapestries woven from sunbeams, depicting the many victories he had claimed over the eons. It was a place of immense power and unbearable heat—a fitting abode for the god of the sun, where only the most resilient could withstand the intensity of his presence.

Finrir's hand acted as a visor, allowing him to gaze around at the awe-inspiring sight before them. Tritan couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions seeing Finrir react to the dazzling light. His admiration for Finrir's resilience grew even stronger as he observed his determination to overcome the temporary blindness caused by the intense brightness. Tritan's own appreciation for the simulated sun and the thriving environment filled with rows of magnificent Pinna nobilis and living coral reefs was magnified through Finrir's reaction.

The captivating and stimulating sounds of exotic wildlife flood the air, creating a peaceful backdrop. It's now beyond noon, so it's no surprise that the sun is up and beaming brightly, sending a golden glow across the land, transforming the island into a place of ethereal beauty. The hues become more vibrant, as if nature itself had been painted with a holy brush. The sky explodes in a rainbow of colors, leaving a stunning reflection on the calm waters below.

Calamity would still fall, and the evidence that it would pass and sunny days would come again is the fact that it even started. It never rains forever, so I believe I will not feel the hurt and sadness that I feel now forever. I will heal, and things will get better. I truly believe that. It is now morning and we are still on the jet plane. When I open my eyes, light from the sun blinds me and I use my hand as a shield. It is sunrise and the view is magnificent. The golden light from the sun bounces on the clouds, creating an illusion that we are in heaven.

“But luna, what about your protection?” “I don’t need protection anymore. But this pack does. The Aurora pack isn’t ready yet. Gamma Nash, this perpetual night is going to turn darker in the coming years, but I want you to tell our soldiers, our warriors, our knights and our pack an old quote — tell them that after the darkest night comes the brightest morning. Tell them that… the sun will rise again,” I said. “Luna… what do you mean? What are you going to do?” He looked at me, concerned.

You reply half heartedly. Today the sunlight conjured the most brilliant of mosaics, reflecting from each wisp of cloud. It was as if there was a pure joy in the light as if it were happy to create art where it shone, warm and steady. It comes as an elixir after so many black hours. The air becomes sweeter; birds soften the dawn with their chorus; we breathe more deeply as if permission has been bestowed. Already the greyness is gone, evaporated as fast as desert rain, and the heat of the day can already be felt. Hayeon's a few months younger than you but there are times when she acts like she's lived on earth for a thousand years.