Conquered Sun Novels & Stories

I must have Brucer, to have Brucer oblige the throne to be mine. Between life and death, my father chose to live. I locked my father in the middle of the training forest and was sure he would never get out of this world forever. I've cleared all the obstacles, expressly only to get Brucer. I believe that soon she will voluntarily fall into my hands. I just never expected it. Once again, Brucer would choose a lowly enslaved person named Misa instead of me.

I stood up and stared up at the dazzling sun, shielding my eyes. We broke your curse Helios, with kindness, compassion and love. Those are the things that will conquer all… We are a pack, a family, and we will always be one. We will always be here for each other no matter what comes our way, because united we are at our strongest.

I stepped out—and froze. From the ocean rose thousands of mechanical beings—each identical to Lucas. Their blue chest chips glowing. They knelt in unison. “Queen Sophia, we are Lucas’s backup army, created on Mars over the last decade. Our true enemy—your father—has turned the sun into a weapon. Our commander is missing. Will you lead us?” I looked at the sky again. The mystery of the sun… Lucas’s disappearance… everything was pushing us toward a final, ultimate war. I realized—this was no longer a battle for Earth. It was a war for the entire solar system.

I asked in return. "Anyway joor, just give me the full gist abeg." "Okay. The most important thing you need to know is that I didn't get the contract." "Why na? I thought you said you had everything under control? What happened then?" "A devil and his assistant happened." "All this half half gist, I don't like it oo, just tell me all that happened." How do you tell your kid sister who sees you as a demigod that you were outsmarted by another being.

And there would be more. Joseph looked on and finally saw the four power-armors, still standing but with their upper body hunched forward, slouching like a crumbling statue. Each and every visor ruptured open with smoke coming out of them. Their weakest spot. And the Kalayaan Spec Ops made sure and quick work of it. Real quick work. He looked away. He didn't want to see what was inside. He knew what was inside.

A comfortable life was not degrading or humiliating enough for the woman who had supposedly stolen the life of my Claudia. In a bid to finalize my long-term plans, I had focused on ensuring that Alpha Rune would forget she ever existed. When I received word this morning that the Conqueror had completely fallen for our alchemical lie—that he had locked himself in a dark room to mourn and had handed the reins of the Crescent Moon to Kayvon and Carmen—I knew victory was within my grasp. It was only a matter of time before he withdrew his spies from the Twilight Zone entirely.

His throne, an elaborate seat of blazing gold, was set atop a dais, encrusted with sunstones that shimmered with every step he took. The air was warm, always perfumed with the scent of molten amber and sweet nectar. His chambers were adorned with tapestries woven from sunbeams, depicting the many victories he had claimed over the eons. It was a place of immense power and unbearable heat—a fitting abode for the god of the sun, where only the most resilient could withstand the intensity of his presence.

Far to the south, in the ruins of a forgotten temple, the Solar Wolves bowed before a blazing golden altar. “Soon,” intoned their High Priest. “The Sun God will rise… and the Luna will burn.”

It thrashed beneath me, its movements becoming sluggish and weak. ​Winnie stepped forward, her eyes glowing with a calm, steady light. She placed her hand on the creature’s head. “Go back to the dark,” she whispered. ​She unleashed the full power of the Sun Weaver, a focused beam of heat that incinerated the beast from the inside out. Within seconds, all that remained of the “True Heir” was a pile of black ash and a few charred shards of obsidian.

They were just so accustomed to sounds and scents beyond levels that he couldn't imagine. He dropped one of the guards that had grown a little bit concerned, he needed for this to be clean. His plan was perfect, he'd thought of every possible problem and had created a contingency for it. He needed for this to work, if it did, they were one step closer to evading extinction. They were alas, the Survivors of the Sun and they would survive death if they had to. He reached the top floor faster than he'd expected. He was moving at a physical defining speed, blitzing through the distance like they were just meaningless to him.