Escanor Cruel Sun Novels & Stories

A jagged, old scar tore through pale skin and muscle. I traced it without thinking, the raised skin twitched under my touch. "What’s this?" I whispered. His eyes went flat. "Aurion," he said, voice dark. "One of their dogs tried an iron blade. Thought it would bleed me out." He grabbed my wrist and pressed my fingers harder into the scar. "It didn’t. I took his head instead." The words `sun wolves` hit me like ice. My stomach knotted. Guilt slammed into me. I’d been with one of them. I’d let one touch me, and here he was, holding me like I was something worth keeping.

I asked the lead hunter, a cold-faced man named Vane who was busy checking the brass gears on a massive, cannon-like machine that was being hoisted onto a wooden platform. "The Sun-Cannon is primed and the mirrors are aligned to catch the residual light of the moon, so it will deliver a concentrated burst of solar energy that will incinerate anything with vampire blood in its veins," Vane replied, and he didn't even look at me while he polished the glass lens at the front of the weapon. "It doesn't care if she's a hybrid or a pure-blood, because once the beam hits her, her cells will simply catch fire from the inside out and there won't be enough of her left to bury."

The blizzard outside the Frostfall Divide howled like a pack of starving ghosts, but the atmosphere inside the tribe’s main longhouse was even colder. Scarlett stood by the central hearth, her eyes glowing with a faint, amber radiance as she scanned the captured cultists. Beside her, Caleb was a pillar of brooding silence, his golden eyes tracking every shiver of his disgraced kinsmen. “They aren't just zealots, Caleb,” Scarlett whispered, her voice barely audible over the crackling fire. “Look at the way the light reflects in their pupils. It’s not a human or a wolf’s reflection. It’s a void.”

"So you don't get lost." Ronan closed his big hand around the tiny stone, his expression softening for a fraction of a second. "Thank you, little one." Kael pocketed his with a solemn nod. "A valuable talisman. It will be analyzed upon our return." And then they were gone, slipping out of the hidden entrance and melting into the grey landscape. The wait began. The journey to the Sun-Scorched Ridge was a trek through a skeleton land. The earth was cracked and barren, the sky a perpetual, sickly orange-brown. The air was hot and dry, scratching at their throats. Nothing grew. Nothing moved.

“S-Sorry… I just—I was paranoid. I couldn’t find you, Lei. I feared the worst.” She frowned. His urgency felt strange. Off. “Are you okay? Is something wrong?” “I thought they killed you too…” Escanor murmured. “Too?” Lei’s voice trembled. “Who are you talking about?” Escanor looked away, covering his mouth as if sickened. “T-The Auctioneer…” Cataleia’s heart stopped. Ajax and Ares narrowed their eyes. “The Auctioneer… is dead?” she whispered. Escanor nodded grimly. “He was my friend. I couldn’t find him for days after your Black Auction. Then they found him. In a ravine. His body was… twisted, mangled. Crows had been at him. Bones snapped like brittle twigs…”

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.

The afternoon sun whips across my face in a searing gust. My skin flinches on instinct, but I hold steady, eyes narrowing against the glare. Then I see her. A figure—no, a ruin of a girl—dragging herself across the scorched dirt. Her skin is peeling, smoking. Raw flesh exposed where the fire has licked too deep. A vampire—burning, falling apart—crawling through the sun with no sense of pain or preservation.

he murmured. Grayson dragged Elena back as the cavern shook, the strange old machines whirring to life. And the runes along the walls flared red. Damien cursed. “He’s waking something. Something worse than the beast.” Monroe’s smile widened. “Welcome to the heart of Eclipse.” The ground split under them, a blinding core of molten light erupting from the depths. Elena screamed Enoch’s name again, reaching for him through the fire. "I’m sorry.” Rose whispered as tears burned down her glowing face. And the cavern collapsed in a thunderous roar, swallowing them all into the light.

Hence, only sect disciples would have the strength to resist him. Before the crowd could answer, Sebastian suddenly gasped as if he saw a ghost. Then, he blurted out. "The Scorching Sun — Brayden Muller! You're ranked tenth in South Earlington's top ten bandits, Scorching Sun!" "Ss—"

Sienna scrunched her brows before opening her eyes. Her vision was immediately assailed by the bright sunlight forcing her to close her eyes back. Then a shadow fell over her face covering her eyes from the brutal sun. "Now open your eyes," his velvety voice brought a smile to her lips. She felt the warmth of his gaze caressing her skin. Joy sparkled inside her. She slowly opened her eyes and met with a pair of silver ones that she had come to love. He was looking intensely at her with a lazy smile on his handsome face.