Escanor Cruel Sun Novels & Stories

It's like that person is watching me. When I didn't feel calm I rolled my eyes and hit a man in black in the distance. It stood in the trees and covered half of its body. When I tried to trace it, he took off his hat and quickly disappeared around. My forehead furrowed and I traced his source. When I could no longer see him I just shrugged. When I looked back at the bodyguards they turned their backs on me and were scattered outside the table. I was bothered because they were exposed to the sun. It's noon and the sun's rays are definitely hurting the skin today. I sighed and re -sculpted older brother Larry.

BRAXTON’S POV: The blazing sun is high in the sky, casting relentless rays upon the lush green terrain. The scent of dry earth and the calls of the police officers behind Squall fills the air as they sprint across the landscape. Squall’s fur glistens with sweat under the harsh sun. His sharp, golden eyes are fixed on Helena’s wolf ahead, racing in tandem with him. They race towards the edge of a cliff, knowing that the world that’s plummeting beneath them is a yawning abyss. Helena’s wolf pulls up short, skidding to a halt at the precipice. She lets out a deep, primal growl as she peers over the edge, her body trembles, her posture doubtful.

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.

I froze, her voice hitting me like a slap. “Running away solves nothing!” She snapped. My lips parted but there was nothing, no words came out. She was right. Hazel stepped closer to me, her tone softening. “Look, this world, it doesn’t care about us, Liz. It’s a cruel world. Its harsh weather has no restraints, especially for people like us. Yeah, it’s hard, but we’ve got to survive.” She sighed heavily before she continued. “When the sun shines too bright, we still have to walk faster to avoid getting burned, right? Or when it rains, don’t you think it’s still better to make use of the broken umbrella you’ve got?”

I can feel a part of my rib sliding in and out of my side every time one of them take a step. The sky...is beautiful. A pale blue and wispy, white clouds. The sun blind me, but its warmth...felt so good. I shut my eyes and let myself soak up it up. The pain didn't hurt so much anymore. "Inside-clear the way!" I hear Nancy's urgent voice. Suddenly, the sunlight is gone. I open my eyes and feel cold. The pain rushes back and I groan. My mouth tastes metallic. "Alora!" I hear someone scream. Is it Jayden? Or is it Ariella?

It was a harsh, orange radiance that felt like a fever dream. "Jax! Get everyone under the thermal shields! Now!" Sofia screamed, her voice shattering the frozen silence of the Wastes. (NOMO HOLT’S POINT OF VIEW) "What the hell is that? Zilo, look at the light! It’s not the sun!" Nomo shouted, squinting through his visor as the gray sky was suddenly torn open by beams of blinding, orange energy. The beams didn't just illuminate the Wastes; they scorched them. The frost on the viewport evaporated instantly, the glass turning hot to the touch.

But Liora didn’t stop. At that moment, the false sun overhead flared brighter, bathing the entire canyon in scorching light. Wolves screamed as their fur ignited, the air turning into a furnace. Scene Six: The Turning Tide Caelum saw his sister’s glowing figure approaching and snarled. “You would side with the Sun?” he bellowed across the battlefield. “I would side with LIFE!” Liora roared back. “Step aside, Caelum, or I’ll cut you down.”

Ember howled beside her, her voice faint but sharp, the sunlight reflecting in her amber eyes, the clearing a sanctuary, the warmth a shared memory. Jasper nodded, his blue eyes glowing with warmth, his voice a deep rumble, the sunlight illuminating his face, the warmth of the clearing a mirror to the heat in his heart, the air thick with their shared legacy, the clearing a sanctuary, their bond a radiant flame. “Stand firm, Torin,” he said, his knuckle scar glinting faintly, the sunlight dancing on his face, the clearing a haven, the warmth a shared joy. Boulder howled beside him, his voice faint but steady, the sunlight reflecting in his amber eyes, the clearing a sanctuary, the warmth a s

then she laughed it was dry and bitter. Mama Rita chuckled uncomfortably,”yeah,since you are an orphan and homeless,you can stay with me” Scar looked up”I'll decline that,I come with a bag of trouble, actually a truck full” “I don't mind,I sincerely don't mind” “Hold her down,kick that bitch ,she thinks she's better than others”scar curled as the kicks landed,”how about a makeover,a make over”the voices as they held her down,one of the ladies squatted before her with a piece of glass,scar trashed violently but the hands holding her was stronger,she sharp pain tore from her right ear to her cheek,she screamed as they left her not without final kicks,she screamed like a wounded bull pain blind

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.