Circling The Sun Novels & Stories

The girls in my high school will probably take the week off to avoid such hard labor. " I am still impressed regardless and yes you are making a lot of sense, let me show you the pattern we will be making for this particular type, it's called the Juniperus scopulorum or more commonly the 'Moonglow'. I still don't understand why my mum planted this in our garden but the tall full trees makes it easier to hid in here. You know no one will know where you are and you can have your peace and quiet" I said to her as I demonstrated the pattern my mum usually followed when pruning. " now I know where you will be if I ever need to find you" she replied with a smile, revealing her deep beautiful dimpl

“I’m ready. But how will we enter the fire of the sun?” The mechanical leader touched a chip on his chest, and a massive anti-matter spaceship descended through the clouds. “Lucas designed this vessel to withstand the sun’s heat. Come, Your Majesty—time is running out.” Sona stood beside me, clutching my clothes. Her golden eyes burned like fire. “Mother, I’m going with you. I can hear Father calling from within that fire.” We boarded the spacecraft. Thousands of small warships accompanied us. As we left the sky and entered the void of space, we witnessed a terrifying sight. A massive metallic ring surrounded the sun—the ‘Moreno Ring’—through which Father controlled the entire star.

'Does it work like the atmosphere, bouncing the sun's light off? "Yes, based on the Council, the blue sphere is there ever since 'Veneiah' [Creation/Beginning], protecting us from the scorching heat of the sun. Every time the night comes, it will thrum away, displaying the beautiful night sky." He explained as his hands met and slowly break apart, gesturing the word, 'Display'.

A symbol of what her people had long believed, is that when the son of the Sun and daughter of the Moon meet and collide, the world will once again be reborn. Although she doesn't understand what 'collide' means in the prophecy. Will they bump into each other? Shake hands? Do they need to consummate? But do they need to be married to do that? Maybe they only need to be married? But what if they do need to be intimate to collide? "Nah." Luna rolled on her belly. She is now in her room, inside a tower made for her. Her king-sized bed makes her small body frame look like a bolster pillow.

“If you could all sit, we can start. Just make sure all of your body parts are within the circle.” She taps her staff against a small circle of crystal inlaid to mark the very center of town in a scattered rhythm. It glows, and then gives way, creating a hole just large enough for the staff to fit. The blue crystal nestled within the cage flashes, and a net of blue lightning forms in a large, overhead dome. “Everyone move towards me,” she offers. “Unless you want to lose a wing.” Before anyone could question why, the earth shook. And the circle began to rotate, twisting downward like a screw.

"So they have activated the Sacrament-Protocol. They realized that the only thing that can truly govern the 'Sovereign Sun' is the Child who first Taught the World how to be Bound" The Eleven Sovereigns and the First Mate formed a protective circle around us, but they weren't fighting. They were Kneeling. Their emerald-crimson eyes were being "Synchronized" with Hope’s plasma-light, their bodies locked in a state of Sacramental Compliance to the child who represented the very "Update" they had been waiting for since the Nineteenth Cycle.

was used to turn the Sun’s Heliosphere into a "Biological-Lens." "We aren't 'Firing' at them, Tommy!" Avery commanded. "We are 'Wilding' the Solar-Wind! We are going to 'Infuse' the Sun’s radiation with the 'Human-Grief-Code'! We’re going to make the 'Vacuum' so 'Noisy' that their 'Audit' can’t find a 'Base-Line'!"

100,000 breaths making one sound. Because that’s what Luna taught them: Death isn’t the opposite of life. Silence is. 500 years after Luna broke the sky. No one remembers Luna’s face. Or Hope’s voice. Or Asha’s hands. But every wolf knows the stones. WE BLEED TOGETHER WE CHOOSE ANYWAY WE REMEMBER WE CHOOSE FOREVER The Circle is a world now. No borders. Just places where wolves sit and bleed and choose. Technology grew. Ships crossed seas. Lights lit nights. But moons stayed the same. 101,000 and counting. New ones appearing whenever a wolf chose anyway for the first time.

I stepped through the ruined doorway right behind him, flanked by the remaining Sentinels. The interior of the vault was blinding. The massive, wheel-shaped mechanism was spinning so fast the brass arms were nothing but a metallic blur. At the center of the wheel, suspended over a deep volcanic fissure, hung the True-Sun core—a massive, raw crystal of concentrated solar energy that burned with the intensity of a trapped star. The golden grid lines extending from the mechanism were completely saturated, tilting upward at a sharp angle through an opening in the cavern roof, aiming directly toward our northern homeland.

Grady swears under his breath and it is a blessing. “We go,” he says to me, to Joel, to all of us. “After,” I say, because I am old enough to be the woman who says no to the part of my body that wants to run like a daughter and forgets I am Luna. “Sun first.” I turn back to the circle, to Denise in her brittle bravery, to Olive in her new iron, to my brother vibrating with the kind of rage that can be used as a tool or a weapon and will be a tool today.