Sinless Sun Novels & Stories

"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.

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As dawn's first light emerged, the morning sun, resembling a blazing sphere of fire, gracefully ascended the sky, brushing it with a spectacular palette of deep crimson and shimmering gold. With the sun’s ascent, a figure, Silas Kane, the marginally younger of the Kane Alpha twins, found himself immersed in the serenity of the new day. He stood with a stillness that contrasted with the slowly awakening world around him, closing his eyes momentarily, allowing the gentle warmth of the sun's earliest beams to caress his visage.

Or Sinclair. Holy shit.

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.

Shamed and speechless, Hyeon-sin lowered her head, avoiding his relentless gaze. She shifted her eyes away from the ground and up toward the vast sky. Would a day ever come when she could truly smile while looking at the sky instead of the dirt? It felt as though the blessing called normalcy was uniquely denied to her, making the sunset sky feel exceptionally, chillingly dazzling.

​The strike team emerged from the subterranean darkness like survivors of a shipwreck. Marcus was supporting Sela, whose eyes were still dilated from the psychic feedback of the Feral-Reset. Around them, the skeletal remains of the Sun-Tower groaned in the wind, a thousand shards of glass vibrating with the residual hum of the dead machines.

-TRISTAN- The morning sunlight sliced through the blinds in jagged golden stripes, painting the floor in sharp, restless lines. I sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, letting my fingers trace the faint scar on my back again. The light caught it just right, and I flinched, though I told myself it didn’t hurt anymore. I hated it. Every day it reminded me of the day someone had tried to hurt Liana, and every day it reminded me of how close we had come to losing everything — Liana, Elias, control.