Sinless Sun Novels & Stories

I said, sounding frantic, and he looked at me, confused. "In my visions, there is no sunlight. The sun is not in the sky. Instead, there is a moon but not the one we see at night. This moon is different. It is creepy looking. It has dark vines wrapped around it. The lands are desolate, and that is because there is a lack of sunlight. People and creatures are at war. There is death, destruction and disease everywhere. " I said and then looked at him, remembering his part. I did not know how to tell him, but I knew I had to because he needed to know.

CHAPTER 27 Fear ZIMA'S POV I woke to the salty air and the first light of sunrise slapping against my eyes. Groggy, I wiped them with the back of my hand before blinking them open. We had slept outside. The memory came slowly, and foggy. An empty bottle lay beside me. I hadn’t drunk from it, yet somehow, I couldn’t believe Darius had finished it all. I glanced around—the beach stretched quiet and bare. Just me and the sea.

“All this time you’ve been walking around the house in those baggy hoodies and loose jeans, pretending to be the perfect innocent little stepsister… and you’re actually Lunar Katt? The masked slut who twerks her ass and spreads her dripping pussy on camera for thousands of guys?” Her mouth fell open and closed several times opened again. Her face had gone completely pale like she was about to pass out. “Please… Nelson, it’s not what you think. I can explain…” I pulled my phone out, opened my secret folder, and hit play. The sound of her own pornstar moans immediately filled the small bathroom. On the screen, Lunar Katt was on all fours, completely naked except for the black mask, back arched

She straightened, turned toward the shower stall to polish the chrome fixtures—and froze. Ethan Sinclair stood naked under the last faint trickle of water, one hand still on the control panel, the other loosely at his side. Water sluiced down the hard planes of his chest, over the ridged abs that looked carved from marble, and lower, following the sharp V of his hips straight to the heavy, thick length of his cock hanging between powerful thighs. Even soft, it was obscene—long, veined, the flushed head already glistening from the shower. As she stared, it twitched once, thickening visibly under her gaze. Her breath caught. The playlist thumped on, but the rest of the world went silent.

Selene stood with her hands at her sides, fingers deliberately relaxed, breathing slow and even. “Ready?” I asked. “Ready,” Ronan said. “Yes,” Selene replied. “And I mean it: I’m not helping. At all.” “Understood.” I inhaled and reached down again. This time, I framed the call carefully in my mind: Earth and ocean only. No moon. No triad. Just us. Power answered. The ground thickened under my feet, the air tasting like rain that hadn’t fallen yet. Ronan’s water surged in, eager, but less blindingly bright without Selene’s light woven through it.

us. I stood upon a floor of Frozen Mercury, a surface that didn't reflect my image, but my Omissions. Every step I took sent a ripple of silver-white static through the ground, playing back the words I had never said and the fears I had tried to bury under the "Too Much" energy of the Sovereign Sun. The air was thin, smelling of ancient frost and the sharp, metallic tang of a Total System Reset. My sunset-gold fire was no longer a flare; it had become a Steady, Internal Glow, a pilot light that hummed with the frequency of a woman who had finally run out of things to hide.

"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.

It's unprecedented and so damn perfect. Sinclair's gaze is focused on where we are jointed and balls of sweat covers his brows as he pulls and thrusts, slams and withdraw. The sight is enough to bring me over the edge and everything slowly dissolves. The girl, his past with her, the nasty feelings and the world. Everything dissolves and leaves only me and him. Lost in our little bubble. Moulded into one—so beautiful and filthy at the same time.

The unwelcomed morning bloomed across the horizon anyways. Selena sat on the edge of the bed, naked with the duvet pulled up to her chest. She is used to waking up naked once in a while before this, but now, it seems to be the norm. Oddly, her face is dull, mirroring heartache and sorrow boiling within. Hours skipped by with her sitting stoned, gazing emptily upon the sunlight pouring through the window in her room.

"Extraction, huh? Well, they’ve picked a hell of a place to look for a refill." The arrival of the Sunless brought a cold that was different from the Frost-Heat of the North. It was a sterile, mechanical cold—a void of feeling. It made the air taste like metal and the skin feel like parchment. Before the first parley, I retreated to the Hearth-Chamber with Félix. The room was one of the few places where the Heart-Tree’s natural warmth was concentrated. I was shivering, not from the temperature, but from the realization that the "Pact" was now facing a world that didn't even recognize magic as life.