Conquered Sun Novels & Stories

Luna and Shade returned, lying nearby, their amber eyes reflecting the sunlight, the glade a sanctuary, the warmth a shared triumph. The afternoon stretched on, the sunlight dipping lower, the warmth of the glade a sanctuary for their stolen moment, the Dawn Pack’s love a radiant flame in the forest, their legacy a tale of victory and passion that would echo through the ages.

The sun rose warm and bright, its rays touching the mountaintops first, then slowly descending to warm the valley floor, chasing away the shadows that had clung to every corner. The battlefield was silent now—not the silence of fear, not the silence of anticipation, but the silence of peace, deep and profound and long-awaited. The Shadow Pack's children were gone, scattered to the winds, their leader destroyed by Elara's final sacrifice, their darkness vanquished by the light she had unleashed. The allied forces had won. Against all odds, against every expectation, they had won. The sun rose warm and bright, as if celebrating with them, as if welcoming them back to the land of the living.

SHAWN I didn’t know what I expected. A normal coronation? A quiet night under the full moon? Honestly, I thought I’d just be standing there, cheering for Mike, my best friend, as he became Alpha of the Brim Pack. I’ve known wolves, packs and mates my whole life through him—heard the stories, the rituals, the warnings. The night air was cold. Fires crackled around the clearing, casting dancing shadows on the faces. The scent of the forest mixed with smoke,dried herbs and tobacco.

In other words, its penalty was more favourable to Kylie than the Blue Star’s. “I choose the Red Sun of Destruction,” Kylie made up her mind, pointing towards the crimson red sun that was directly before her. Once her decision was made, all the stars disappeared from this space, leaving only Kylie and the Red Sun behind. It was then that Kylie heard it. It wasn’t a howl this time, and it didn’t come from her. Rather, it was a voice, the voice of the Sovereign Sun before her. It was the voice of destruction! *Finally, I have a successor. You who shall bath the world in the light of destruction, what is your name – your full name?*

But at 20, she walked into the Circle and carved her own line under Hope’s: WE REMEMBER “Because Mama,” she said softly, “if we forget the bleeding, we’ll chase perfect moons again.” Hope’s reign wasn’t without war. There were still wolves who wanted one moon. One rule. One master. A new Alpha rose in the East. Called himself “The Sun”. He said bleeding was weakness. Said wolves should burn bright and never scar. He challenged Hope at age 55. They didn’t fight with claws. They fought with choice. “The Sun” offered wolves a deal: Follow him, and your moon will burn gold. No bleeding. No doubt. Just light.

she whispered, her hand locking over my wrist as I leaned into her space, my lips meeting hers in a deep, possessive kiss that permanently sealed the final page of our survival under the bright Monday sun. The wind continued to howl off the granite ridges outside the high glass windows, throwing a wild, beautiful shadow across our private penthouse, but inside the master suite, the air was entirely unbroken. The hunt was officially finished, the trackers were dead in the dirt, and as the morning sun hit the high stone walls of our fortress, I knew with absolute certainty that the future of the Crescent Warriors belonged entirely to the unbroken dynasty rising from the ash.

Isaac “Are you sure of it?" I asked, wanting to reassure myself. I couldn't stop the smile creeping up my face. It was like I was on cloud nine. I took Roxanne forcefully because I wanted her to be pregnant. I have seen how women get all happy and willing for anything if they get a child. Through this child she will become mine completely. Not only will her body belong to me but her heart will also belong to me. With this child I will conquer her fully. She will become mine. And I will get a mini version of her. So when we go on a fight that mini version can be with me and support me.

For them, human was fated to die, be it from plagues or wars. “Oh, my sun! My powerful sun! Please show my baby the way back home!” Even though the old lady bathed in the sun until her skin cracked, the god would never hear her. Still, as she passed by, this time, Sierra put down a bottle. “Ma’am, at least drink a water-“ “No! No!” The old lady shushed her away, “The god of sun won’t like it if I drink and eat! This is the only way for him to hear my prayers!”

The Architect's hammer was not a metaphor; it was an army, and it was marching on our territory under the cover of the stolen sun. From the high ridge where we stood, the view was both terrifying and strangely clarifying. The forest at the edge of our territory seethed. Figures poured from the tree line-not just wolves, but hulking, misshapen things that moved on two legs and four, creatures twisted by the Crimson Sun's corrupt magic. Among them, disciplined units of soldiers in dark armor moved with a chilling synchronicity, their banners bearing the jagged, bloody sun. And at the very front, a figure in robes of deepest crimson, his face hidden within a hood, directed the tide with slow, d

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.