Elixir Of The Sun Novels & Stories

Elias asked Xander over me. My head snapped up. "Ashes?" "Yes. Vampires burst into flames when they're killed." Elias shrugged. "So, the sunlight doesn't affect them?" Obviously, I had more to learn about our supernatural world than I had originally thought. "Yes, but Lance's wife, Leila, created a sunlight serum. So, now they can go into sunlight without bursting into flames," Xander replied as if this were the most normal conversation ever. "Why do they burst into flames in sunlight in the first place?" I asked.

She looked ancient, yet her features were as sharp as mine. "The First Ashford," Kael breathed, his voice filled with a rare, holy awe. "The Great Mother. They’ve exhumed her to use her as a filter for the Void." "Julian, look at the monitors," Victor said, his voice tight. "The Eclipse is only six hours away. When the moon hits the peak, they’re going to use that filter to invert the Sun-Well. They aren't trying to harvest the light anymore—they’re trying to create a Black Sun."

She raised her left hand, her fingers curling violently as she tapped into the ultimate, forbidden taboo of her Sanguimancy. She used her own life force to forge a Sun-Blessed Spear—a jagged, liquid bolt of solid crimson blood supercharged with a volatile, blinding solar radiation meant to completely incinerate a Lycan Alpha's healing factor. She didn't look at Carmilla. She looked at Astrid. "For the pack!" Madox roared, his finger pulling the trigger. "Purify the blood!" Cynthia shrieked, her hand whipping forward to unleash the solar spear. The two lethal projectiles crossed the clearing at a supernatural, blinding velocity.

He opened another scroll, handing it to her, and my heart dropped as I read the Latin words that were stated. “Phoenix in plenilunio nascitur, unum ovum ponitur, et si eclypsis advenerit, exoritur datus. Phoenix sanguine nascitur, sed datus ex sole et luna annulari.” A phoenix is to be born on a full moon, one egg to be laid, and if an eclipse is to occur, it hatches giving the chosen one. A phoenix is born of phoenix blood, but a chosen one is of a sun and moon annular. I read, looking up at my mate whose eyes met the Lycan’s.

I pass my chalice around the circle, “We drink now the primal waters, the abyssic darkness.” As I had done all of the times before, I sank to the ground and sat to calm myself and center my thoughts and energy. However, this time, my eyes were thrust open. A deep red orb with two snakes moving slowly around it, like electrons spinning around the nucleus of an atom. As the spinning becomes faster, the red orb begins to glow. The spinning snakes move up to encompass a ball of orange, and as the snakes twist and spin, it begins to glow forms terndrils around me. The snakes twist their way up to my solar plexus, and as they orbit, the yellow orb begins to glow. Slithering their way up, the snake

It carried a tray with three glowing vials—one green, one red, one black—each pulsing with unnatural light. The figure approached the cage and uncorked the green vial first. With terrifying gentleness, it held the glass to the wolf’s mouth. Circe thrashed violently, her white fur catching the torchlight like moonfire. This was the first time Lydia had seen her wolf in full color. Circe had always been a deep brown—large, strong, grounded. But now… she was massive. Nearly twice the size Lydia remembered, her fur a rare, glistening snow-white. An ancient color. A sacred one.

he asked Uncle Mateo. After a questioning glance toward Sebastian, who nodded slightly, Uncle Mateo carefully opened the chest. Within, nestled on a bed of golden silk, lay a small flame-shaped crystal that burned with an inner fire despite its solid form. The radiance it emitted was warm and vibrant, sunlight captured in crystalline form. "The Solar Flame," Sebastian breathed, his ancient eyes reflecting the golden light. "Created to harness the power of daylight, a particularly valuable tool during the time when vampires and werewolves were constantly at war."

"How do you know about that?" "I had found traces of mandrake," I explained, my mind racing. "At the scene of my sister’s death... and you know it was also there near Betty." Lucas ran a hand through his hair, his frown deepening. “Isla, nightspire bloom, and mandrake together is a deadly combination. They can cause powerful hallucinations, distort reality... and in high concentrations, they can be used to completely control someone’s mind. That kind of knowledge isn’t just out there—it’s only known to a select few in the West Fall Pack.”

Roselia leaned on me and also looked at the screen. “Did you spell it right?” “Seby La Cour. How do you spell that?” I thought. “Should it be a V or a B?” “Try it all,” she suggested. “That’s weird,” I said. “I couldn’t find any information about him.” I clicked my tongue. “Mother usually sets me up with the famous son of her billionaire friends. What about now? Where did he get the guy?” Roselia shrugged. “Your mother only told me the names and our organizer was the one who set everything. Isn’t La Cour a high-profile name?” She confirmed.

i stutter There's a knock on the door and i quickly regain myself, push him backwards and arrange my scattered hair and he just smirks at me. Eulalia gets a well paying job at a very successful company but she doesn't know why she can't stop thinking about her boss and all the dirty things he could do to her. Constantine can't stop thinking about the little angel that works for him and beautiful her blue eyes are. He will stop at nothing until he makes sure that she is HIS.