One Thousand Splendid Suns Novels & Stories

Solas stood amidst the burning wreckage, the Tear of the Sun pulsing in his hand like a dying heart. The sheer intensity of the light began to melt the stones beneath his feet, turning the ruins into a lake of liquid gold. "I am the Sun!" Solas screamed, his voice a distorted, metallic screech. "And you... you are nothing but a stain on my world!" He leveled the crystal at me, and a beam of pure, white-hot divinity erupted. It was enough to vaporize a city.

Apollo, the Sun God, stood on a plateau of blazing light, the heat and intensity of the sun's core muted by his divine presence. He gazed across the golden expanse, where Jolene, his radiant fiancée, played with their children. The backdrop of towering solar flares and swirling plasma clouds only highlighted her ethereal beauty. Her laughter echoed like musical chimes amid the sun's roaring energy.

Without a formidable ruler like Giriwangsa holding everything together, stronger powers would inevitably begin circling. “What about the martial world?” Jaladri asked. “Any interesting news there?” Wisnumurti bit into the head of a snapper swimming in yellow curry. “Serial murders.” Jaladri nearly choked. “There’s a murderer?” “Yes. Martial artists killing martial artists isn’t unusual. But one man carrying out a string of killings while openly announcing himself? That gets people's attention.” Jaladri stared. “Who is he?” “He calls himself Pangeran Langit, Prince of the Sky.”

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

However, they had a really important job of supplying blood and other consumables to the vampires living in Allegra, therefore they held to key to the livelihood of the vampires. Meanwhile in Norfolk, Killian and Damon were taught how to farm by the villagers, so that the scent of the earth and manure masked their vampire's scent. The Oracle applied special ointment on their skins to allow them to work under the sun, making them temporary Daywalkers. For them who grew up in privileged families, manual labour was not their forte but they were quick learners and with their vampire strength, they easily kept up with the wolves. It was really intriguing to see vampires, the night children, worki

I broke my promise and left the spot I was crouching, then slowly began to circle the perimeter of the forest, towards where the murderers stood on the edge of the garden. I just wanted to see their faces once, wanted to memorize their happy smiles so that when those same faces were twisted in the grimace of death, my revenge would be sweeter. I just wanted to know who killed my parents. I stopped at the brink of the forest, ever closer to where the men stood. They seemed to be having a discussion about how to dispose of the dead bodies they'd created, the people they'd murdered. I scanned their faces one by one, my eyes moving rapidly through the group of ten or twelve men, and my eyes came

Dawn broke faint and pale, painting the sky gray. Then, I watched a man step forward, he looked like one of the councils of the pack. He then bowed his head slightly. “Alpha Throne,” he said, his eyes landing on me and going back to him. “Bringing an outsider across the border could cause unrest. The pack —” “Enough!” Kael's voice cut across his words, he sounded much more cold and angry. Immediately, the council's eyes met the ground and his mouth snapped shut. “She is no outsider,” Kael said, stepping forward. “This is Lyra Veyra Kane. She is the new Luna of Ironclaw.”

The entire cup spilled onto his outrageously expensive suit. I didn't even have time to lament that this was my doom. I hurriedly grabbed some tissues to wipe it off. But after a moment, I realized something was off. Calvin's face had turned beet red. Then, I noticed belatedly that the spot where the coffee had spilled was… a bit awkward. I froze with my hand hovering, not daring to move. His breathing grew uneven as he looked up at me and asked through gritted teeth, "Xandra, is this how you repay my kindness? What if you burned my manhood—"

But suddenly she let out an ear defending shriek. Her skin seemed to be blistering and evaporating off into the air as some kind of whitish steam. I stood pinned to spot, shell-shocked but on seeing get start to fall I easily skipped over the sofa, catching her before she hit the floor and closing back the blinds to prevent the dangerous rays from doing any more damage. The skin on her face and neck looked like it had been burned with fire. I watched the scorched skin start to heal, slowly the blisters faded until it was all gone. Her light skin vibrant again. 'Not a single drop of blood', I noticed. "That's what happens when we go into sunlight," she mumbled while taking the seat I had prev