Exploding Suns Novels & Stories

"Very Few it seems. When you wake up take the energy like air and breathe out a lot of pulses. It's the only way to save them. Now rest little one." "okay-day." I whine ~~~~~~~~~~~ In the vastness of space a small mainly solar powered shuttle makes it way to a gigantic ancient and still burning bright star to re-fuel, but little did anyone or any instruments could pick up that under the main flares on the surface of the giant sun the iron core was going through chemical changes that started to slowly collapse in on itself little by little as something that was even more 'Ancient' than 'it' was drawing ever so near.

As soon as he finished speaking, Samuel moved and rushed toward the eight light rings. The sword was like a stick, the stick was like a sword, the body movement was like a man, and the shadow was like a monkey. Samuel flew up and chopped wildly. Just like before, in just a few seconds, the suns above Samuel’s head quickly fell like kites with a broken string, and then exploded on the spot like a balloon. Then, eight more... Eight more... Nearly an hour later, there were countless suns cut by Samuel. The whole world was filled with the light and high temperature of the explosion as the scorching sun exploded wildly.

As he stormed out, the Red Rage finally took hold, a pillar of fire erupted from his spine, shattering the remaining glass and sending a shockwave through the city below. The Sun was no longer a bringer of life, it was a dying star, and it was going to take everyone with it.

"I need to hear the planet. I need to know what I’m fighting for." The Song of the Sun They entered the rift. It wasn't a tunnel; it was a cathedral of fire. The sun’s surface was a roiling ocean of white-hot plasma, arches of solar flares reaching out like the fingers of a vengeful god. The ship began to groan. The metal was screaming. But in the center of the bridge, the six infants began to glow. They weren't afraid. To them, the sun wasn't a threat; it was just another frequency. They began to "hum"—a sound that bypassed the air and resonated directly in Leo’s bones.

"The most terrifying weapon Lambang Merah possesses is an exploding corpse. They kill their victims using a specialized poison. After a certain amount of time—roughly the time it takes to cook rice—the poison destabilizes inside the body." His gaze swept across the room. "Then the corpse explodes." Nobody even breathed. "The poison disperses through the air afterward. A single body can kill everyone in an entire district." Senopati Bantala stared. Ki Soma slowly lowered his teacup. "A corpse killed that way must be burned before detonation occurs," Wisnumurti continued. "Lambang Merah has used the technique repeatedly in remote villages around Corpse Forest. Wiping out an entire village is c

Sol didn't waste another breath on a ghost. With a flick of his massive, clawed hand, he didn't unleash a wall of fire. Instead, he released thousands of tiny, dancing Solar Sparks. They moved with a terrifying intelligence, zipping through the air like heat-seeking hornets. They ignored my pack entirely, seeking out every single Eclipse agent—the wolves, the rogue dragons, the tigers, even the scouts hiding in the brush. One by one, the sparks hit their marks, and the Eclipse soldiers fell, paralyzed by the sheer intensity of the First Flame.

Becoming what they were in moments of time when everything changed in the impending catastrophe that moments and remnants of civilization destroyed seconds before their impending deaths and lava covered their bodies from the implosion of the solar system and what was left of it. As all that changed, the deaths lurked and the final seconds before destruction the shattered layers and the rising flames and these remnants of rock the parts of asteroids and constellations. It was in their investigations that they were in those next few seconds amidst the destruction when everyone lost hope the cosmos extinguishing rocks and comets and asteroids closing in on shattered orbit a maelstrom and destru

They detonated. The explosion was not a blast of heat; it was a blast of existence. The gold-and-sapphire light erupted from the center of the Sun-Eater, traveling along the grey beam like a virus of starlight. It reached the Sun, but it didn't extinguish it. It unwove the Council’s anti-light, turning the grey shadow into a blinding, violet-gold radiance. The Sun-Eater didn't just break; it became a second sun for a fraction of a second, illuminating the entire Silver Peak range in a light that was neither day nor night. It was the "First Moon" light—the frequency of the Architect.

He sighed and said, "You're not turning into anything." "But you bit me. I read that when vampires bite a human, their venom spreads and infects all of the host's cells, turning them into vampires." "Where did you read that?" "From the Internet." He sighed and said, "You won't change. This is all you need to know now." And as he tried to leave, I asked, "I also read that vampires can't walk under the sun." "It's a myth. Do I look like I'm in pain when I walk in the sun."