Edward Cullen Sunlight Novels & Stories

“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 sky above was streaked in pale orange, soft ribbons of gold brushing the tips of the trees. For a long time, I simply sat there, watching the sunlight creep across the floor. Edward was still asleep beside me, his arm draped lazily over my waist, his breath steady against my neck. The faint glow from his chest, the mark where his heart had been torn and remade, had finally faded. He looked human again. Mortal. And yet more alive than I’d ever seen him. It was over. Or at least, it was supposed to be.

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.

The door of the carriage opened and the southern sun hit Caelan in the face like a public announcement. No northern palace had light like this. At home, sunlight came apologetically — thin and grey and low in the sky, like it wasn't sure it was wanted. Southern sunlight was something else entirely. It landed on everything it touched and claimed it, turned the palace walls from stone to gold, filled the courtyard with a warmth that felt, honestly, slightly aggressive. Caelan blinked once.

Lalaine was shocked when she found Stella laying on the floor, the moon light illuminates her like flittering lights in the night. The crystal orbs surrounds her, slowly lifting her from the ground. She immediately called out Nana, Aeriol, Nathaniel, and Lynx. Aeriol immediately pull out Stella from the illuminating light and lay her to bed. Nathaniel and Lynx looks out the window and saw a beautiful red rose. As if the moon light blessing it. The more light it absorb, the radiant the color gets. Lynx trails back to Leis last words.

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!”

Edward Collins: "Breakfast is already ordered, it will be delivered shortly." Edward Mitchell: "Um." "What's the matter...." Edward Collins had not finished speaking, the elevator door was open, the two went to the elevator, to the main street, the rain had stopped. But the sun hasn't fully come out yet, the sky is overcast and gray, just went out, saw a few fans still standing, they saw a tall man wearing silver-rimmed glasses walking away. When he arrived, he was a little surprised, for a moment he did not realize that it was Edward Mitchell, but stared at the angular face, with the peach-blossom eyes hidden behind the frame of the glasses.

"The reason for this late start is that I, along with the other teachers and professors, were all busy with some government assignments. Nevertheless, Yellow Sun Academy is starting up, and with it, a new generation of fighters." As if on cue, the teachers and professors standing behind the Headmaster stand up. They raise their arms and somehow, it set off something in the courtyard. The courtyard starts to shake and before any of us students can do anything, it changes from stone to a bright yellow sun, one glowing so bright it burns my feet. Stone pillars then shoot up from the ground surrounding us. They too have the glowing yellow sun on them. "As beautiful as this is," Hothead says, cov

“I was hungry, so I ate. It didn’t really help, and when I smelt a person – well, then I knew why. But it took the edge of, and I seem to be functioning the same as I did before. I just… I just need blood, too.” I nodded along, making notes down the side of my list as she spoke. “And sunlight burns, right?” “Yeah,” she laughed. “Sunlight definitely burns.” I frowned at my list, and wrote: Cyrus goes out in the sun? in tiny, cramped letters. Something prodded at my memory as I tried to work out how that could be possible. His behaviour screamed suspicious, yet he couldn’t be a vampire if he went out during the day. He’d got a job as a lecturer, for Christ’s sake – how could a vampire do that?