Sollux Captor Novels & Stories

"She condemned my world to total darkness as punishment for spilling fated blood. But she left a single loophole. A second fated bond.” A slow, sick realization crept in. That was why he had my portrait. “The day I mark you,” he continued. “The curse shatters. And my sight is restored.” He tilted his head, his pitch-black, sightless eyes fixed on my face. "If you die, I stay blind forever. You are my cure, nothing more. You belong to me until I get my eyes back.” My mind reeled from the sheer horror of his words. He had slaughtered his own Luna. He was a monster who had earned his darkness, and now he wanted to use me to escape it.

Not like a torch, not blinding— but deep, molten red, the kind of light that pulls your gaze inward, as if she held a tiny sun she was struggling to restrain. The attackers… were not doing well. Two writhed on the ground, smoke pouring from beneath their armor as if the metal glowed from inside. Cracks spread across their helmet visors, skin flushed behind them. Their weapons drooped like softened plastic. Fragments of the drone lay nearby, melted onto the scorched grass. The vehicle lay on its side, its tires burst from the heat, paint blistered. And Sadira stood in the center, untouched—bare feet on unburned grass, as if the fire parted for her.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

Whatever I just did was cheating. Did she feel the same pain my father suffered from before committing suicide? The next day, "Alpha, I have news. In the wood land of the south, a troupe of werewolves from the Black Sun Pack, tried to trespass the area. They got into a fight with our soldiers guarding the area. All of them are defeated and caught up alive. Right now, they are in the prison." Said my beta, William. "Their alpha is trying to make me his enemy. But he doesn’t know that making me enemy means signing his own death warrant." I responded.

"He threw that promise aside like trash! He sold me for a slave—Emereah! A girl without status, position, right to our traditions! And now, he has the audacity to claim her as his Luna!" The air was thick with murmurs, some in shock, others giggling. One of the elders taunted. "A slave? Do you really think we would believe that Vladimir would embarrass himself so stupidly?" Alexandria's fingernails scraped raw against the palmar surface of her hands. "He shamed himself worse than—he shamed our pack in general! He betrayed Emereah, stole her history for himself, and imprisoned her power in sorcerer rings. She is a captive in silks, a pawn in his sick game."

"Go ahead." With a focus buried deep in the depths of my core, I summoned the darkness that coiled within and shattered the cuffs binding my wrists. Metal crashed against the floor with a finality that echoed through the chamber. I smiled, a cold, cruel gesture born from the curse that was fighting to take control of me completely. "You can build no prison I cannot escape, and no death you thrust upon me will hold me. Now, take me to Rykor and my pack, and remember this day, for should you speak our names again, I’ll not just return—I’ll ensure there’s nothing left."

I kept my cool as I watched all the dragons start bidding prices from the last captured, and three were sold off at higher bidding prices, leaving two. The last two were also cute; one was chubby and dark-skinned, while the other was as cute as Luna but had small boobs and a flat ass. I stared away, waiting patiently for Aaron to arrive at Luna's pricing, and the bidding became higher for the last two females, indeed, as they were extremely beautiful. Damien didn't even make any attempt to purchase any of the last two females left, and I knew his red eyes were strictly on Luna. Luna wasn't standing; she knelt with her head bent lower, and I assumed probably Damien was around when Luna was br

he said devilishly. "What are you planning to do?" Kim asked curiously. "You'll see. All I'm gonna do first is to take it slow and make him fall on my trap. I'm gonna lure a prey inside my cage and make him scream 'till he passed out. That doesn't sounds bad, isn't?" he asked the two guys who just shrugged it off. "Whatever you say." Kim said. "We can't do anything about it though. Just do what you fucking want. Now may you excuse me, I need to gargle the whole mouth wash after eating a girl's pussy." he said.

Lorcan looked at Illac with his expression that he just go for it since it is what he wanted to happen from the start. "I need you to help me rescue Solana inside humanity's border," Illac said keeping a straight face. After hearing what he said, Elliot does not know whether to take what he said seriously ot just a joke. Lucas looked at Lorcan then back at Illac, Lorcan just shook his head from the right as his way of saying that he is not joking.

The villagers had noticed the irregularities, the unpredictable shifts in the lunar calendar, but they had no idea that it was Solas who was responsible. The last decade had been particularly fruitful for Solas. He had experimented with new forms of magic, pushing the boundaries of what he could achieve. The moon was his greatest ally and his most formidable weapon. Its light infused him with strength, and through it, he learned to bend reality to his will. Solas had learned to control shadows, to cloak himself in darkness and move unseen. He could channel the moon’s energy into devastating blasts, capable of obliterating anything in his path. His power was unmatched, and the thought of his