Edward Cullen Sunlight Novels & Stories

But as I reached the bottom step, a terrifyingly familiar warmth touched the back of my neck. I froze. My eyes traveled to the horizon. The sky wasn't the deep, protective indigo of midnight anymore. It was a bruised, bleeding orange. A thin gold of the sun was peeking over the edge of the world. No. Not now. In my past life, the "Eternal Sun" had been Edward’s favorite tool of torture. Even for a vampire, the dawn wasn't an instant death, but for a low-born like me, it was an agonizing slow-burn that blistered the soul before it charred the flesh.

’ Heart thought. After a few minutes, Cullen who was very silent looked at her and cleared his throat. “Are you now feeling better?” Cullen asked as the sun was about to set. Heart nodded while watching the sunset. “Yes, thank you so much, Mr. CEO Lee.” Heart thanked him. Cullen smiled and then they watched the sunset together.

As I nervously fidgeted, picking at the last bit of loose skin around my fingernails, Calvin finally emerged from the school building. "C-Calvin! Wait up!" I called out nervously. Calvin turned, the evening sun casting a warm glow on his face. His white and blue school uniform accentuated his youthful handsomeness – he was the boy I'd secretly adored for three years. "What is it?" His voice was as captivating as ever.

And I thought I had a bad temper. "I'm trying to get some sleep Edward Cullen. Also, could you maybe stand there for a second?" I pointed in front of me. "The sunlight is hitting me right in the face." He gave me a blank stare. "Oh, I'm so sorry. That was so inconsiderate of me. Would your skin glow in the sunlight too?" I asked, faking concern. "Are you done?" His voice was sharp. I shook my head. "Come on. Stand up." He took my blanket away despite me struggling. "Run! This is so boring."

I asked the lead hunter, a cold-faced man named Vane who was busy checking the brass gears on a massive, cannon-like machine that was being hoisted onto a wooden platform. "The Sun-Cannon is primed and the mirrors are aligned to catch the residual light of the moon, so it will deliver a concentrated burst of solar energy that will incinerate anything with vampire blood in its veins," Vane replied, and he didn't even look at me while he polished the glass lens at the front of the weapon. "It doesn't care if she's a hybrid or a pure-blood, because once the beam hits her, her cells will simply catch fire from the inside out and there won't be enough of her left to bury."

Caitlin slid back the door to the barn and squinted at a world covered in snow. White sunlight bounced off of everything. She brought her hands to her eyes, feeling a pain she had never quite experienced: her eyes were absolutely killing her. Caleb stepped out beside her, as he was finishing wrapping his arms and neck in a thin, clear material. It almost looked like Saran wrap, but it seemed to dissolve in his skin as he put it on. She couldn’t even tell it was there.

It was dusk, making it hard to see beyond the immediate garden, but there were still rays of light hitting around the garden. “I am sure you are probably wondering about the curtains being open. The windows all have special panes of glass that completely block all UV rays. It is quite useful. It allows us to be active inside the house whenever we would like. Of course, I can’t go outside much during the day. Only about an hour or so before it becomes, well, painful.” I turned and looked at Elijah as he spoke. I had heard that vampires could not be in the sun, but I significantly lacked other details. At this point, I didn’t really care to know more, but I still found it interesting to know a

“You’re so incredible, Kyrell whispered when his eyes finally found Eden’s. ＊＊＊ The next morning, sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows, spilling over the minimalist interior of Kyrell’s room: pale gray sheets, warm oak floors, and the faint aroma of coffee drifting up from downstairs. Eden stirred, disoriented for a moment before memory returned, wrapping her chest in a quiet, fluttering warmth. She sat up slowly, the silk blanket slipping from her shoulders as she took in the room in sunlight. The city outside was still asleep, fog rolling off the bay, the faint call of a ferry horn echoing from the distance. Her hair fell across her face as she brushed it aside and glanced arou

Juliana's smile widened, a glint of victory in her eyes. The next day, as Chester and Seth kept Juliana company, a shrill ringtone sliced through the air. Chester's heart clenched without warning. The moment the call connected, a mafia goon's voice, laced with panic, blurted out, "Mr. Kane, we've got a huge problem! At an old factory just outside town, they found a dead woman, her uterus missing, and she's got a birthmark on her arm just like Miss Tania's!"

The morning sun filtered through the grime-streaked windows of the hotel room, illuminating the dust motes dancing over the wreckage of Edward’s breakfast. Bianca Sterling stood near the small, bolted-shut window, her silence more terrifying than any outburst. She looked like a creature made of porcelain and ice, entirely out of place in a room that smelled of stale gin and regret. On the bed, Edward sat huddled, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his worn jacket. He was gripping the envelope of cash Selene had given him earlier that morning... a secret weight that was the only thing keeping his knees from knocking together.