Conquered Sun Novels & Stories

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

Java, 1586 The wind howled across the coast. The sun blazed from the peak of a sharp blue sky, while massive waves exploded against the black rocks lining Karang Bendan's shoreline. On a stretch of smooth sand, two men stood facing each other, separated by little more than eight feet.

The Sol Invictus didn't fall, but the sight of the Sovereign’s flagship limping away, its golden hull stained with weeping soot, sent a shockwave through the Zenith Fleet, for the first time in a thousand years, the Sun had been eclipsed on the battlefield.

The ground beneath our feet seemed to tremble faintly. A powerful aura suddenly exploded from his body. The warriors immediately stiffened. Even Marcus’s confident expression cracked slightly. “…that decision no longer belongs to your pack.” Marcus stared at him. “What are you talking about?” For a brief moment, the stranger said nothing. Then he slowly lifted his head. The moonlight illuminated his silver hair and glowing golden eyes. When he spoke again, his voice carried a terrifying authority. “I am Sunny, ruler of the northern territories.” The forest fell completely silent.

Every time a soldier reformed, Kael and I hit the same rhythm — sword, flame, strike, breath — until the air hummed with the pattern of us. Then the ground burned. Not from fire. From presence. Light gathered on the horizon, trembling — not stable, not real — like a god’s echo clawing its way back through its own death. Solen. Or what was left of him. He stepped out of the light — translucent, cracked with fractures of gold, his form flickering between glory and ruin. “You cannot kill the Sun,” he said, voice hollow. “You can only delay dawn.” I smiled. “Guess I’m hitting snooze, then.”

Apollo, the Sun God, stood on a plateau of blazing light, the heat and intensity of the sun's core muted by his divine presence. He gazed across the golden expanse, where Jolene, his radiant fiancée, played with their children. The backdrop of towering solar flares and swirling plasma clouds only highlighted her ethereal beauty. Her laughter echoed like musical chimes amid the sun's roaring energy.

They fell in love, got married, and had a daughter. The raid came the night the daughter was born. A large and organized group of rogues caught the pack mere hours after the child had entered the world, when the Alpha and Luna were most vulnerable. The rogues were searching for something, he said, but they didn’t seem to find it. So they killed everyone. Or at least, they tried to.

The baby kicked a strong, confident thump against my ribs. "Then we end this," I finished. "For good." Ashren squeezed my hand. "For the pup," he said. "For the pup," I agreed. The Sun’s Fury hurtled through the void, carrying a dying man, a pregnant queen, and a wolf who had seen too much darkness to ever be afraid of the night again.