Escanor Cruel Sun Novels & Stories

She helped him out of the pants, her eyes hungrily staring at the object of her scorching desires. "Don't just stare amor, touch me." Christian's words snapped her out of the trance his hard, veinous dick had pulled her into. She looked at him, at the angry bulbous purple head, oozing pre-cum. The length rested on his abs, twitching under her scrutiny.

they yelled sending me murderous glares as I tried to muffle my laughs but I couldn't help it. "Wait till I catch you, you're a dead meat" as Satcey said that I began running around the sitting room with her chasing me. She chased until she got tired and gave up. "This isn't funny Whitney...waking someone up with cold water really" Erick yelled, only if he knew that it was more than just cold water. Stacey turned to stare at them and she burst into laughter, like who wouldn't? Mascara was trailing down their faces. The boys exchange confused looks with themselves.

Luna woke to the sound of curtains being violently yanked open and sunlight stabbing through her eyelids like knives. Her head throbbed with a sickening intensity, her mouth tasted like copper and ash, and her entire body felt wrong. Heavy. Disconnected. Like she was wearing someone else's skin. The wolfsbane was already working its poison through her system. "Rise and shine, Luna." The voice was sugar sweet, dripping with fake cheer that barely hid the hate beneath. "The Alpha wants you looking good for the press conference in two hours."

Until he came out the door, he glance at me evilly. Ruin me? That's my line. Is it? And my life already a messed. It causes Calvary! But I don't care, that's what I want. War!

He had embraced the role of the scout wholeheartedly, understanding the significance of his keen senses and swift reflexes in navigating the treacherous depths of the Atlantic Oceanus. As Finrir eagerly scouted ahead, a wide grin adorned his face, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings with unwavering vigilance. Born of his lineage from the abysmal depths of the Arctice Iceileara, Finrir possessed extraordinary depth vision that surpassed that of his companions. Even in the darkest depths and with the faintest traces of light, he could see with acute clarity. Every shadow, every movement, he diligently observed, his exceptional vision allowing him to discern even the subtlest details. It w

Aurora’s P.O.V The air was thick with the scent of iron, the weight of the moment pressing down on me like an unseen force. I watched, my body frozen in place, as Harmona reached for a lever on the wall, her fingers wrapping around it with the kind of reverence one would give a sacred relic. My breath hitched when she pulled it down, and the ceiling groaned in response, parting to let in the ominous glow of the sun. But it wasn't the warm, golden light of hope—it was fractured, darkened by the shadow of the Solar Eclipse. The world outside had fallen into an eerie twilight, casting elongated shadows that danced across the stone floor like ghosts mourning their inevitable fate.

​Elara grabbed the seal. ​The pain was instantaneous, a searing, white-hot agony that raced up her violet veins. The Southern light fought her, biting into her skin like a swarm of golden hornets. In her mind, Aethelred let out a jagged, hungry laugh. “Eat it, little star. Swallow the sun and take what belongs to us.”

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

I scream loudly, hurting my lungs and throat. I lay in a fetal position on the floor, hugging myself and sobbing like a baby; no one is coming to save me. I stand slowly and walk back to the pile of trash from my past. I shuffle through the papers and notice a clean envelope. I open it and redraw the neatly folded paper. I unfold it. Your clue, loser. Solve the word puzzle and get your passcode. Five fragile hearts are forever down. Sunsets fade red, and darkness spreads. Amidst the ruins of a love own

She knew Circe was still there, somewhere inside—but that didn’t make the emptiness disappear. The forest that lined the road to Blue Moon Pack stretched endlessly, towering evergreens swaying under the cool mountain wind. Lydia’s window was half open, letting in the scent of moss, pine, and something else—faint traces of wolf and Lycan mingled in the air, ancient and pulsing with quiet power.