Circling The Sun Novels & Stories

I would more likely love reading than doings some useless shits. 'The life flows in a circular motion' I hear a voice speaking those things but as i touch my forehead it seems like… it doesn't release any warm feeling that states that the mana circle is still left activated. Standing up and heading to the lake reflects some light of the sun, I was surprised to see how the sky changes rapidly. The clouds are moving faster than the way it used to be. The sunlight is getting dimmer and dimmer as the seconds passes by. Looking at the skies, I feel like… Something is wrong.

Nicolette “Sirei!” I heard Lucien shout from behind me after we both settled on a magnificent horse. I guess I wasn’t walking toward our destination after all. Thank God. For the first time since I was tossed into this world, I finally saw what their sun looked like, and guess what?It still was the same as Earth except it had a bluish halo on the external side. It was just shining over the eastern horizon, mocking me, and telling me these exact words:

Not only the view, but he also felt the warmth. “The sun? Um… According to my knowledge, the sun represents a strong man, mostly a warrior, your imperial highness. Maybe this symbolizes an arrival of a man into your life.” the royal astrologer was confused too. “What??? A man?? No way!!!” Danyel screamed. A man into his life? Like a lover or something? He felt disgusted. Understanding his thoughts and fearing Danyel would punish him, the royal astrologer tried to explain it in a better way.

He explained that this sun wasn't an actual burning star like our realm. This sun was magically created by Selene and Helios, two of the Gods and Goddesses in this realm, to give light and heat. At night, if we looked up, we wouldn't see any stars. We would, of course, see the moon, which had cycles just as if we were in the human realm. It was created this way as a way of telling the passing of days. I had so many questions about this realm, but it would have to wait another day.

I look back at the Menae. A soft golden glow engulfs the outside of their circle, spiraling inward. The light creates a gentle, strobing effect that matches the cadence of their song. As curls its way toward the center, goes to the center, it turns red, then silver, then blue, and finally violet. The alluring lights grow brighter and seem to dance in a spiraling pattern around the women.

They knew that their journey as guardians would continue, and with it, the celebration of life—the intricate dance of nature's circle—would thrive. As the sun set on the horizon, casting a warm glow on the world around them, the Red Teary Moon Pack felt an unbreakable bond with the wild and all its creatures. They knew that the circle of life would forever guide their mission—their legacy of unity, empathy, and protection, etched into the very fabric of the natural world. And so, they ventured forth, their spirits alight with the wonders of the circle of life—the endless dance that celebrated the preciousness of existence and the harmony of the wild.

After each full rotation, a new symbol was revealed in the middle of the stone dial. Each inch felt like a victory. I focused on keeping my movements smooth, feeling Evelina’s pace through the vibrations of the chains connected at some point underground. “The sun,” Evelina muttered, looking at the rotating symbols appearing in the middle of the dial with each rotation. “I’ve got the symbol for air here,” I grunted, looking at my own dial. “We need the sun and the moon, because that’s what depicts day and night. Light and dark,” Evelina muttered as we continued to pull on the chains.

spinning in a vortex of starlight. "Don't look back, Silas!" Lyra commanded, her hand finding his. "She is the 'Solar Anchor'! She is the reason we can reach the light!" They struck the Solar Corona. The transition was not an explosion; it was a "Homecoming." They entered the center of the sun they had created, a world of vibrant, gold-and-sapphire plasma where the laws of the Architects were irrelevant. Here, the "Scent" of the North was a solid, tangible atmosphere. The violet lilies bloomed in the solar flares, and the ancient wolves of the Blackwood line ran through the plasma-rivers.

A ring of pure white fire erupts around the circle, shooting fifty feet high, then collapses inward and sinks into the earth like it was never there. Only the burned names remain (permanent, smoking gently). Rowan: “Oath circle. Old magic. Older than colleges, older than countries. We walk out of this circle together, or we don’t walk out at all.” Seras is already on her feet, armor flaring to life around her like she was born in it. Seras: “I’m in.” Lucian follows, wings spreading until the shadow covers the entire end zone. Lucian: “Always.” Kayo’s tails ignite, nine suns in a row.

Of a net that could not be broken because every thread supported the other. As they sang, they began to move. Not a march, but a slow, deliberate walk, a great circle rotating around the heart of the compound. The circle of light turned, a wheel of fire and unity. Adrien and I did not lead it. We joined it. We took our place in the circle, our torches held high, our voices joining the song. We were not the center. We were a part of the whole.