Homestuck Sun Novels & Stories

In a swift, decisive motion, he drove the dagger from his sleeve straight into his heart. As blood gushed forth, Eric swiftly wrapped his arms around me, shielding me from the horror. ... The day of the funeral was draped in a curtain of unending rain. I was there to bid farewell to the past, to see Chester off on his last journey. Seth stood by the grave, his gaze fixed on me. Rain soaked his hair, his eyes were red-rimmed, and a shadow of stubble darkened his jaw, giving him a worn and weary look.

Sol POV I smiled slowly. There was sunlight. And with sunlight— I could fight back. The realization settled inside me instantly, sharp and certain enough that the frozen flame beneath my skin reacted immediately. The faint sunlight filtering down the staircase at the end of the corridor barely illuminated anything, only thin rays slipping through cracks above, but it was enough. Enough for me. I closed my eyes briefly and reached toward it instinctively. Toward warmth. Toward light. Toward the part of my power I had barely begun understanding.

"The reason for this late start is that I, along with the other teachers and professors, were all busy with some government assignments. Nevertheless, Yellow Sun Academy is starting up, and with it, a new generation of fighters." As if on cue, the teachers and professors standing behind the Headmaster stand up. They raise their arms and somehow, it set off something in the courtyard. The courtyard starts to shake and before any of us students can do anything, it changes from stone to a bright yellow sun, one glowing so bright it burns my feet. Stone pillars then shoot up from the ground surrounding us. They too have the glowing yellow sun on them. "As beautiful as this is," Hothead says, cov

Because the seven opened the box, however, we can never bring back people who die. The sun had been hopeful when the party had started off for the Darkening Land, but when they came back without her daughter, she wept until her tears caused a great flood. Fearing that the world would be drowned, the people held another council and decided to send their most handsome young men and women to amuse the sun and stop her crying. This group danced before her and sang their best songs, but for a long time, she kept her face bowed and paid no attention. At last, when the drummer suddenly changed the song, she looked up and was so pleased with the sight of the beautiful young people that she forgot he

She had difficulty sleeping well due to her irregular schedule and occasional insomnia. When the sun's rays disturbed her, Luna slowly opened her eyes and saw that the moon had given way to a beautiful morning sunrise. She stretched and yawned, welcoming the brightness of the new day. Glancing beside her, she realized that Lucas was no longer there. He must have left for work, Luna thought. She sat up and stretched her arms.

"The Eclipse is only six hours away. When the moon hits the peak, they’re going to use that filter to invert the Sun-Well. They aren't trying to harvest the light anymore—they’re trying to create a Black Sun." A Black Sun would mean the end of the Ashford lineage and the permanent corruption of the Lycan territories. "We need to blow the containment," I said, the violet in my eyes flaring with a cold, lethal light. "Victor, can you override the cooling vents? Kael, can you get the Mother out of there?" "And what will you be doing, Julian?" Victor asked, his hand lingering on my shoulder. I looked down at the swirling vortex, feeling the "Essence" in my veins singing a song of war. "I’m going

I kiss the coyote fang at his throat. Celeste: “Happy Fourth of July, the sun princess just defended her title, the storm queen’s drunk on mead, and the lake is terrified of us.” Above us, the phoenix dissolves into a million tiny suns that spell, in perfect English and Japanese: WE’RE JUST GETTING STARTED. Best summer ever. The Quiet One July 17, 2029 – 3:17 a.m., the roof of the old bathhouse ruins The sky is the color of bruised thunderclouds even though there isn’t a storm for a thousand miles.

Magic? He instinctively turned his face up toward the sun once more as they stepped outside, spreading his arms briefly to soak up its rays. "You know, back home we spend much of the day hiding from the sun. Up here, I think I'm going to have to seek it out just to keep warm."

And so, as the sun began to set, it's time for them to return back to the homes. As the sun began its descent, casting a warm golden glow over the horizon, Luna and Susan knew it was time to head back home. Luna turned to her best friend with a determined expression on her face and said, "Finally, it's time to return home. Starting tomorrow, tutor me. This time, my grades are in your hands, so please help me to improve my grades I want to study well."

I swear. She sparkles and twinkles and blinks with honey brown light in the wake of daylight's rigor mortis. She shimmers. Glimmers. And burns. They say that no matter how long the night is, eventually, day will break, right? But what if your Sun was not a Sun. What if there was no guarantee that the Sun will show up when morning finally comes. What if your Sun was a person, not a ball of hydrogen and helium burning fierce and bright, zillions of miles away. What if your Sun didn't need to rise; rather, you needed it, or him, or her, to walk into your life before you could see clear skies.