Sol Traveler Novels & Stories

Blake complimented “It justifies he is a proficient detective” Dylan commented They all finished their food and settled in the car, Sebastien turned on the ignition “Where to first?” he looked at them from the rearview mirror “Our home” Chloe suggested and looked at others for approval and they all agreed happily and Sebastien increased the pressure on the pedal leaving the car at speed -----

The alien monster simply answered back, effectively crushing that tiny spark of hope inside of her. _____________________________ *Sola- sun, my sun

After forty seconds Sola sets down the instrument she has been working with and she turns. She looks at Tara with the assessment quality of someone encountering a new variable: complete, immediate, neither hostile nor warm. She looks at Arden with a different quality, the specific recognition of someone who has read organizational intelligence reports, which tells Tara that Sola knew who was coming and has prepared for the category of encounter this is. "Dr. De Leon," Sola says. Her voice is measured and precise, the voice of someone who controls their verbal output as carefully as their laboratory conditions. "And Mr. Moreno. I was expecting the SEB. I was not expecting a healer."

Lena’s car was designed to be the ultimate information-gathering tool, capable of intercepting and analyzing signals from across a three-mile radius. For Rafael 'Raf' Solis himself, a Lamborghini Revuelto 'Apex'. Finished in a vibrant 'solstice orange,' it was the fastest car in the fleet. Raf had modified the hybrid powertrain for extreme low-end torque, and the car featured a hidden, high-capacity storage system for the 'logistical' items he often needed to move quickly and discreetly.

“Why? And is it just mercury or are we talking silver, too?” “I don’t know,” Soloman said. “I didn’t have time to get that information. It’s going to take me a little longer to infiltrate his company to figure out what he’s up to there. But he’s shipping a lot of product into Dawn Stalker territory.” “How do you know this?” I demanded. “Ah, yes, well, that leads to the other reason you’re here,” he said, pointing toward the next room. “I have someone you should meet.”

Solan replied, her expression devoid of emotion. My gaze lingered on Solan's face, studying her carefully. "Have you been neglecting your duties?" I questioned directly. A sudden blush spread across Solan's face. Although she didn't deny it, the truth was evident—she had indeed been lax in her responsibilities over the past week. Her actions mainly involved riding on her warhorse, relishing the scenery, and occasionally dealing with minor nuisances like flies and ants. The Beast race of a lower rank wouldn't stand a chance against her; just a glance from her was enough to render them lifeless.

Sol woke up with a sweat. It has been a week. Ever since she saw the moon princess on a trip to the market, the throbbing headache and the scary dreams won't go away. He stood up from his bed and went to the only window on his attic room with just a mattress on the floor and a chair and a table that will lose one of its legs sooner or later due to termites. He is the oldest kid in this orphanage so he got to have a room, in exchange with helping around the facility , it is free accommodation and food. He also works as a newspaper boy circling around their tech-filled city where no one really reads newspapers anymore but still prints news everyday. A small change to earn, adding coins to his

--- Solen The peaks burned with molten veins, each heartbeat of the mountain echoing the pulse of the Sun itself. Solen stood at the center of it all — tall, regal, eyes like the first dawn. But beneath the brilliance was something fractured. His seer knelt, trembling. “The power awakens, my lord. The Eclipsera lives.” Solen’s smile was soft — almost tender, and all the more terrifying for it. “She carries her mother’s shadow,” he said, “and my fire.” He turned his face toward the distant horizon, where the moon still lingered faintly.

All her life, Sol knew that Olvar would never ask for her help if it was not for a serious matter. 'I will go there immediately.' One of Sol's strengths was detecting the exact whereabouts of her pack members, so she no longer needed to ask as she immediately rushed to find Olvar's whereabouts. Along the way, Sol constantly tried to connect with Olvar through telepathy again. This time, however, she no longer heard any answers from Olvar. Her brow furrowed deeper and deeper. Sol began to speed up the pace of her vehicle after that. In the end, Sol might have to sacrifice her short free time to help Olvar.

The intruder was human. A few minutes later, I caught sight of the soft wisps of dark hair first, then Solana's familiar lean, yet curvy physique. She didn't notice me. I slowed down to match her pace, taking in her beautiful facial features, lean muscle flexing as she leaped over a tree stump, and ducked underneath a giant branch. She'd let her flaxen hair free, and the soft wisps went with the wind, bouncing lightly from side to side, and sweat glistened from her bare shoulders. She was wearing a blue sports bra — one of the few I'd gotten her — and matching blue shorts with white Adidas running shoes. Earbuds connected to an iPhone on her arm told me the reason why she didn't notice me.