Brighter Than The Sun Novels & Stories

This life of mine is so fucked up! It's morning and the sun is shining so bright, I thought I'll get burned by it, vampires burn in the sunlight, right? But werewolves don't so maybe that's one of my advantages, the sun won't affect me even if I'd like to be burnt now and turn into ashes so I'd leave no trace unless the wind will deny to blow me.

Solas stood amidst the burning wreckage, the Tear of the Sun pulsing in his hand like a dying heart. The sheer intensity of the light began to melt the stones beneath his feet, turning the ruins into a lake of liquid gold. "I am the Sun!" Solas screamed, his voice a distorted, metallic screech. "And you... you are nothing but a stain on my world!" He leveled the crystal at me, and a beam of pure, white-hot divinity erupted. It was enough to vaporize a city.

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

It is not easy having pale white skin in a tropical country, but having albinism is harder. “I have albinism. I don’t have pigment in my skin and hair. I’m fine.” Sol explained as well. He noticed that they are not paying attention. “Papa.” Luna called sternly. It seems that it had brought her father back to the discussion. He blinked thrice. Sol counted. “Ah, yes. Yes. We need to find the son that is blessed with Apolaki, the God of the Sun. How do we do that?” her Father asked the priest.

It always deeply touched my heart. "Yes," I answered with one single word. Clasping my hands at the railing of the balcony I looked at the scenery ahead of me. It was all buildings and the sun was about to set. It was beautiful.. but it looked so sad. Just like Bright was leaving me, the sun was leaving the earth. "Do you think the sun will disappear one day?" I asked a dumb question out of nowhere. Bright pursed his lips and looked at me for a second; "According to theories sun will die in the future," he replied. Bright had a vast knowledge. Not only talking about what he said but for me, he always looked like an intelligent guy with deeper knowledge about life, everything.

Seven years ago......... The sun was bright and early. It's rays, like fingers stretching across the darkened sky, bring with it a new day. Gradually, the sun fills the sky with its brilliance and a warm glow. ... The fiery ball of light rising from the horizon, colored the sky in shades of orange and yellow.

“Is it too dramatic for me to say that you are the light of my life? Like the Sun.” “So…. I think if we don’t wake up in time for the sunrise, we won’t miss out on anything.”

The melody was full of hope and inspiration, and the rhythm fit in surprisingly well with the words of the poem. “In the stillness of the night, In the distance, there’s a light. The horizon’s brightly shining Its luminous glow blinding Why's the sun shining so bright? Because it is with all its might, Trying to conceal Del Cealus from us, But I’ll soon be there to set the people free As long as the sunlight never dims. I will now sail through the sky; Soon Del Cealus shall be found And be brought down from up high I’m taking along with me

A fiery red sun rose slowly, casting golden rays across the sky, dispersing the clouds and mist. The warm morning glow painted the bustling city with a rosy hue. Sunlight poured onto the earth, marking the beginning of a new day... When Britney opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a firm, well-defined chest with a healthy wheat-colored complexion.

Power flaring so bright it lit the night like a new sun. She was the feast now. And the world would choke on her.