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.”

Chapter 33 A Chance Encounter Adrian POV ​The scotch was twelve years old, amber and flat against my tongue, and it tasted like a waste of ninety dollars. ​Across the floor of L’Échelle, the glass wall caught the bleeding amber neon of Canary Wharf and fractured it into a million slow moving teeth. Rain smeared the exterior pane, turning the skyline into bruised smears of grey and cobalt. Tuesday night. Corporate sharks chewing on wagyu and compliance reports, pretending the hum of equity funds and M&A chatter was a symphony.

The air in the Solaris chamber was so cold it felt solid, a crystalline silence broken only by the whisper of falling snow outside the glacial walls. Cian, of the Frosted Veil, watched the vampire across from him. Scarlet, Emissary of the Crimson Citadel, did not shiver. Her stillness was a provocation, a silent challenge to the eternal winter he commanded. “The terms are acceptable,” Cian said, his voice the sound of ice cracking over a deep lake. “The Sunstone in exchange for your assistance.”

-TRISTAN- The morning sunlight sliced through the blinds in jagged golden stripes, painting the floor in sharp, restless lines. I sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, letting my fingers trace the faint scar on my back again. The light caught it just right, and I flinched, though I told myself it didn’t hurt anymore. I hated it. Every day it reminded me of the day someone had tried to hurt Liana, and every day it reminded me of how close we had come to losing everything — Liana, Elias, control.