Marvel Sunshine Novels & Stories

His arms wrapped around me in a warm, protective embrace, holding me close and safe. "I'm here," he whispered into my hair, his voice breaking as he spoke, his words raw with promise. "Always." And for the first time in days, I let myself believe it. I let myself lean into him — into us — and let the world outside fall away. No matter what storm waited for us in the shadows, No matter what secrets still lingered beyond our reach, We would face them, together, with all our might. * The sunlight poured gently through the cracks in the curtains, warming the hardwood floors and bathing the bedroom in a soft, golden glow. It felt so good to wake up without the usual dizziness or nausea! I'm just

she exclaimed. “No you don’t, it’s freaking warm outside, you’d wish you went out naked” Amaya cautioned. “Oh my god! Should I get more sunscreen then?” She asked. Amaya smiled calmly. “You’re fine dear, you’re fine” Nina smiled back “thanks” she said and run out. Mrs. Story who was standing in the stairway smiled heartily. “It’s been a while since I saw her this happy, what’s happening?” She quizzed Amaya.

⸻ When I get to the café, Mara is outside. Not working. Not doing anything, actually. Just… standing there. Which immediately feels wrong. Sunny heads straight for his spot—the shaded corner, water bowl already filled. He circles once, then drops down like he’s been doing this his whole life. I look at Mara. “You’re not inside.” “I noticed,” she says. I narrow my eyes slightly. “Why are you not inside?” She shrugs. Too quickly. “Fresh air.” “You hate fresh air.” “I’m evolving.”

Nor does it affect my children. After Lance and I first got together, I developed a sunlight serum that prevents the extreme radiation poisoning vampires receive from sunlight exposure, which causes them to spontaneously combust upon exposure. When we met, my husband, Lance, was confined to the shadows, to a life of eternal darkness. But now, all that has changed.

Hanging up the phone, Maria slowly put down her hand, grabbed the remote control on the nightstand, opened the curtains. When the curtains were drawn to the sides, the blinding sun slowly shone into the bedroom, her golden color gradually spread throughout the room, getting brighter and brighter, until the sun shone on her, She instinctively narrowed her eyes, feeling a warmth that she hadn't seen in days. If the sun lady can really disinfect, it's best to wash away this frustrated body of hers. She kept curling up like she wanted to dissolve in the room filled with her golden sun, really hoping that she could be "disinfected".

Every time he struck, the violet-and-gold sparks created miniature sun-flares. But the real threat remained Solaria. The Sun-Forge was recalibrating. The city in the distance began to glow with a terrifying, deepening orange. They were preparing a second, wider beam—a "Scrubbing-Light" that would vaporize everything in a five-mile radius, including their own Interceptors, just to kill the Great Engine. "We aren't going to make it to the other anchors in time," Mara’s voice crackled in Audrey’s ear-piece from the bridge. "Mother, the Sun-Forge is at 90% capacity. You have to get back!"

Sunshine cutely requested. "My pleasure." I replied. I dry and style Sunshine's hair per her request. I run back to my room to get the bouquet. I hand the flowers to Sunshine once she steps out of our bathroom. Sunshine's eyes widen in surprise. "For me??" She ask. "Nope. For Gabriel." I teased. "Wow! We will give Gabriel flowers? Why didn't you just buy for all of them? Or we can cut some flowers outside." She suggested. Our flowers at the whole estate are all genetically modified so mommy will not have her allergic reactions even if she smells all the flowers she saw here. So no, I can't cut these flowers. Our gardener will have a heart attack.

Imogen: It was a sunny morning, definitely not one for our kind. The sun filtered through the delicate lace of the parasol above me, casting intricate patterns on the table in front of me. A gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly bloomed roses, mingling with the earthy undertones of the garden soil. The parasol shielded me from the worst of the sun, but the warmth still seeped into my skin, lulling me into a false sense of calm which I knew was going to leave burn marks later. But I loved to see the way the sun slightly burnt intricate patterns from the parasol on my skin.

But then again, her selflessness is one of the things I love about her, I just can’t shake the feeling it’s going to get her killed one day. I carefully scoot down and lay the hand towel over her forehead. I gently stroke her cheek and watch the way her chest slowly rises and falls. This sense of exhaustion has to be coming from her. I look over at the curtains and remember that direct sunlight can help replenish her magic. Makkares are beings of light created by the Goddess of light. The sun is the most natural form of light there is, and so it acts like a charger for them when their battery runs a little low.

I sneered. I watched him as he turned his back and left the room. The room became so quiet, my room at home was ten times bigger and more beautiful than this, and then it dawned on me that I was all alone in this world-I had no body. Looking at the strange room, tears streamed down my face, I could no longer control my emotions. My legs felt so weak, I fell to the ground on my face, sobbing loudly. This was supposed to be the best day of my life but it happened to be the saddest. I recalled the look in my mom’s eyes, the fear in her eyes as death gripped her entirely existence. She wanted me to run and stay alive, how was I supposed to live my life now without her? How? All I had was the lov