Conquered Sun Novels & Stories

I whispered. He took a breath that wasn’t needed. “Five hundred years ago, our sun vanished. No one knows why. Some say the ancient king Solaris angered the gods. Some say it was punishment for our sins. Whatever the truth, vampires became prisoners of night. We can walk in moonlight, starlight, candlelight. but sunlight burns us to ash in seconds.” He placed his hand over my belly. “You, Harper Quinn, are the first human in recorded history whose blood carries pure sunlight. I smelled it the moment you stepped on that stage. One taste” His eyes darkened with memory. “One taste and I knew you were the Sun-Born of prophecy.”

“Who knew the trump card of the Sun had such an impactful terror. Their wealth is immeasurable, much more so than ours!” Spout said with a smile. After a few days' work, the Khan had looted everything they could from the Sun. Spout sat on the Khan throne, and smiled brightly at his subjects. “Indeed! After our little insurrection, our clan had risen far beyond what was once thought possible!” a leader said. “Now, we have both Skyfall and the mayor having our backs, who’d dare try anything against us?” another chipped in. The Khan leaders cheered and celebrated their success. “Hey, now that we have the Sun’s techniques at our disposal, no doubt the Khan will improve further!” a leader checked

Around him, his warriors hesitated, confused, their instincts screaming to retreat from the rising sun. Kael laughed, sensing the shift. "What will you do now, Vampire King? Burn and fall?" Draven's lips curled into a smirk. "Not today." With a roar, Draven surged forward. The sunlight washed over him, golden and pure, but his skin did not burn. No flames erupted, no weakness seized his body. For a moment, time itself seemed to pause. His enemies faltered, confused. Because they didn’t know. No one did. Draven had long ago conquered the sun’s curse. Through ancient, forbidden rites and a strength of will no other vampire had matched, he had made himself immune to its fury.

I said, leaning my head against his shoulder. "Let's make it a good one, precious," he replied. The Siege of the Sun was over. The garden was still standing. And as the sun began to set over the sapphire Mediterranean, I realized that the "Vanguard" had finally fulfilled its purpose. We weren't the protectors of the void anymore. We were the owners of the day.

"The Sunauras were majestic creatures and managed to defeat and seal the power of the Ucrie. They confined him, but made a small sacrifice. They also had to confine the power of all other men, they bound it to the lives of those who later became the Old Men. As long as at least one of them remained alive, that power would never be released. Left alone and defenseless, Werod had to deal only with the Sunaura. A face-to-face confrontation, but despite the great power they had, they could not defeat him. When they were almost completely annihilated, the Sunaura combined their powers and one of them collected them to defeat him definitively, creating their own Bringan. The elected used all the p

- **Time Breaker:** His mere presence can slow down or speed up the clock, blurring the past and present until all sense of time collapses. Azarukh exhaled one mighty breath. A wave of molten rage erupted from his mouth, rising like a volcanic storm toward the stars. Mohammed and Susan felt fire **calling their names**, while darkness itself seemed to haunt their hearts. Their bodies could bear nothing more; overwhelmed by terror, they collapsed to the stony ground, **unconscious**, where the Sun of Ages still stood—his eyes locked upon the Lord of Flame, unafraid before the living hell.

The absolute silence that stretched across the valley was more violent than a battle cry. Below the ramparts of the Obsidian Hold, the silver armor of the High Council's primary legion shimmered like an unbroken sheet of pack ice under the pale morning sun. But the light they brought was wrong. It wasn't the gentle dawn of the mountains; it was the blinding, artificial glare of the High Inquisitor’s solar staff, cutting through the crisp winter air and aggressively burning away the edges of my violet mist.

"Mother Luna had asked me not to say anything about our meeting, but it was necessary if we wanted to survive. Vampires were not going to get involved without the certainty that nobody from their own would be injured. They were surprisingly protective when they wanted. I should take care of my pack. I could not afford to lose anyone in this war. For this, we needed the protection of the sorcerers. Only a sorcerer could face a sorcerer. And I knew that Heath Dominique was gathering a whole army of dark sorcerers, people who had been exiled from the community for the undue use of magic. My informant did not hesitate to give me the details." "Mother Luna is upset with you. She has not forgiven

The Lycan tilted his head slightly. “Former.” The single word sounded like judgment. “You ended the bond publicly?” he asked. “Yes,” Ryan snapped. The Lycan’s eyes narrowed faintly. “Then you forfeited claim.” Ryan’s voice cracked, “I can reclaim it.” The Lycan’s expression hardened. “No.” Silence. “You cannot unbreak what the Moon witnessed.” Ryan’s chest rose and fell harder now. “This is my pack,” he insisted. Ethan finally stepped forward. “And she is not your possession.”

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.