Sol Traveler Novels & Stories

“Of course not, my beloved. I was just asking a sister to help her sister. Sora is strong while Solana…” “While Solana is a bully. Sora a d Solana are both the same age. While Sora earns for herself and goes to the academy every single day, Solana does nothing but waste my money. I can't afford to have a freebie in my pack. Everyone in my pack works and earns money in exchange for their hard work. Solana must learn to do the same.” Alpha Cougar firmly ordered my mother.

The needle was at the southwest, confirming this. “Are you just going to ignore me?” Solana asked, voicing her frustration. “That’s the plan,” I said, gazing at the busy streets. The morning sun washed over the streets which were filled with people going about their normal day-to-day lives. It was good to see how calm human life was compared to the rowdiness that awaited us back at home. I kept my pace steady, Solana matching me stride for stride, her black tank top and cargo pants a stark contrast to yesterday’s bold attire. Her lavender scent wafted too close, stirring memories

He regarded me with caution, his instincts rightly telling him that I posed no threat. “Who are you?” I asked, my voice barely louder than a whisper. “What happened here?” The lone wolf's gaze softened, his eyes reflecting the pain and sorrow that mirrored my own. He took a step closer, his voice laced with a weary exhaustion. “I am Solis,” he spoke, his voice carrying a weight of loss. “And I fear we have fallen victim to the Hunters.” My breath caught in my throat at the mention of the Hunters. Whispers of their merciless tactics had reached our lands before, tales of their insatiable desire to extinguish the light of our kind. I had never encountered us myself, but the devastation before

Just Ray stops laughing, wipes the red honey off his lips with his shirt, and moves around the metallic cave, trying to find something. “I’m not taking you—” “Why not!?” “I am not getting killed,” Just Ray shouted. “Just Ray, do not fret. No one will kill you,” I promised. “We will keep you alive forever, your honey is wonderful!” He eyed me suspiciously and moved piles of his treasures to the side, useless things until he found a life-saver. It’s black with various patches sewn in to keep it together, the metal rusting, the handle made of wood, and he rubs a strange substance on it to get it to open up.

Two hours later she was wearing another one of his shirts and roaring up the beach on a stolen motorcycle. She grinned under the black helmet. She'd never ridden a Ducati XDiavel S before. She'd've pegged Soloman as more of an old school Harley kind of guy. But hey, she wasn't going to complain. She needed the kind speed only a crotch rocket could provide to put some distance between her and the kind of hell that would fall on her head once Soloman found out she was gone.

She had earned her place at this table with blood and data. "He's pushing the speed, Alpha," Molly said, her voice steady as she monitored the glowing trail on her tablet. "He’s crossed the Sandwell border. He thinks he’s in the clear." "Keep the signature locked, Molly," I commanded, checking the load on my tactical gauntlets. "Sol, your father’s guards are holding the perimeter, but this is a Silver Pack extraction. We move fast and silent." Sol sat opposite me, his medieval tunic replaced by a sleek, midnight-blue combat suit. His jaw was set, his golden eyes reflecting the scrolling data on the monitors. "He’s headed for the mountains. There are cave systems there that interfere with sta

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.

*** Mark *** It took another fifteen minutes for Phil's SUV to drive into Lovelane's parking lot. The only sound in the office with Mark was the distant music at the bar upstairs and Phil's car honking outside. He watched as the SUV's lights went off moments after it slid into a recently-vacated spot. The door on the passenger side opened only a few inches, and Mark caught sight of Solana's leg as she made to get out from the car, her silver dress covering her thigh.

***Jordan Evans' POV I ran my tongue on my bottom lip after I got off the motorcycle. I watched Solana take the helmet off her head. She's so beautiful. When we're talking about the jewelry, I was amazed because she really acts opposite to the rumors. There wasn't greediness in her eyes. She was talking innocently. Her moves and actions don't scream sensuality. How is that possible?

--- A new student arrived in the depths of winter. She was young, perhaps fourteen, with dark skin and close-cropped hair and eyes that seemed to see too much. Her name was Sol, and she had traveled from the western provinces, where the gold flowers grew in the cliffs above the sea. "The watcher called me," Sol said, standing at the garden gate. "It showed me this place in my dreams. It said I needed to learn." Clara studied her. There was something familiar about Sol—not in her face, but in the quality of her attention. The same intensity Clara had seen in Seren, in Elara, in all the witnesses who had come to the garden afraid and stayed anyway.