Master's Sun Watch Novels & Stories

both Dino and Mario said. "I want you to continue watching her but stay out of sight. Don't let her see you" If she thought he'd pulled back the surveillance on her, she might slip and reveal her plans. "Tell Fidelio and Primo to do the same" "Yes boss" "Where to boss?" Sandro, his trusted bodyguard asked holding the door open for him. He got in telling him to drive to the restaurant. "And get someone to watch Hale." "Yes sir" He wanted to know if Natalia would continue being in contact with him. There was no telling what he'd do to the both of them if he found out they were planning on screwing him over. Their fate might be worse than that of the Parisis. ***********************************

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.

"We aren't gods. We’re barely survivors. Where are the twins?" "Safe," Marcus said, not looking up. "But the world... Master Victor, look up. Look at what you have given us." Victor followed the man's trembling finger. It was midday. The sun was a bright, harsh disc in the center of the sky. But right beside it, massive and shimmering with a cold, crystalline light, sat the moon. It was a perfect, brilliant circle. No crescent. No shadow. A permanent, bloated full moon that refused to fade even in the face of the sun.

Cradling it carefully in my palm, this small trinket that would befit a necklace, I close my eyes and try to source its reason for existence among my personal things. The sun gods are not givers of power for witches, they rarely bother with any of the immortals except the ones they built with purpose. The sun’s a death sentence for many of the kinds who hide in the shadows so it’s odd to see a sun symbol given during a moon ritual, especially to a witch who is blessed by Luna. Everything I own carries the mark of Cerridwen or Khonsu in some form.

From our high vantage point, we could see the massive, wheel-shaped mechanism described in Thalia’s blueprint. The True-Sun artifact was already spinning. Its central brass core was glowing with a blinding, artificial white light that turned the surrounding seawater into columns of scalding steam. A heavy, rhythmic hum vibrated through the basalt beneath our boots, a terrifying frequency that made the star-silver bracer on my arm hiss with violent blue static. The countdown was in its final hours; the golden grid lines extending from the wheel were already tilting upward, aiming directly toward the northern mountain peaks behind us.

The forest’s own power protects it from something that would destroy it. I sat up and looked at the wolf, his fur vibrant in the firelight. Was he the Sun, the one to bless the dragons? The Sun God to compliment The Moon Goddess? He was stunning and oh so terrifying to look at. Like looking directly into the sun. You know it’s going to hurt, maybe blink you, but it was just too beautiful to look away from. I never put much stock in the Sun God before, but seeing this beautiful wolf was proof enough for me. The Sun had answered my prayer...now I just had to fire out which ones? And why the Sun and not the moon?

he said, and then his lips landed on my cheek. "Baby, your face is oily." Maddox wipes his lips on my clothes. I laugh at him. "That's what you get when you don't ask permission. What time is it? The sun is almost up." "Quarter to 6 am. Just on time for watching the sunrise."

The sun reflected ever so slightly against its many windows and dark bricks. It was just so big. Much bigger than I remember it being as a little girl. I guess a big city to run causes for a big castle full of bloodsuckers to run it. I froze as I turned back around, laying eyes on what Master has in his hands. A collar, and a leash to match. They looked like a matching set, both being icy blue with a golden buckle or clasp. I swallowed hard as his hands began to move closer, shutting my eyes in anticipation.

The movement surprised the disguised young master quite a bit. “So what if I’m facing the young master directly?” She put her hands on her hips. While still glancing around, checking if there were other people around them and luckily it was only the two of them there. “Young Master Dawson doesn’t like women, as long as I don’t do anything that makes him even glance at me, I think everything will be fine. Besides, I’m here to work, not to attract the attention of the young master and see scary things.” She said firmly and lifted her chin slightly to look confident.

Two students followed closely behind him. I narrowed my eyes. Both students radiated powerful auras—Peak Mid-Level Mortal Realm. But the man in white… His aura was heavy. Majestic. Like the blazing sun itself pressing down on the world. Beside me, Pavan shivered. His voice trembled as he whispered, “T-th-that’s… the Master of the Sun Lion Academy. Master Ronald.” At those words, the killing intent raging inside me finally calmed. I took a slow breath, forcing myself back under control.