Son Of The Sun Novels & Stories

My name was Logan Prescott, and I was a 25-year-old married man. Lately, I had been troubled. My petite, delicate wife simply couldn't handle my thick, extremely well-endowed rod. On top of that, my stamina was relentless. If I went a single day without release, my whole body felt on edge. Every time we were together, it ended up feeling almost like an assault, with my wife's eyes rolling back in pleasure just so I could gain the slightest bit of satisfaction.

It is about to crystallize and make it clear to all of them, “She is nicknamed the Daughter of the Sun.” Shocked murmurs came at the name of their King, Daughter of the Sun! One of the legends of the ancients, they hear tales about which it is not known whether they are true or not. The daughter of the sun, which is a miniature sun that walks over the earth, has supernatural abilities to erase the impact of every area it enters, burn it to nothingness, concealing its trace, destroying any kind of witnesses that can tell about it. They say she lives alone without a partner in the lonely mountains until she dies,

It is not easy having pale white skin in a tropical country, but having albinism is harder. “I have albinism. I don’t have pigment in my skin and hair. I’m fine.” Sol explained as well. He noticed that they are not paying attention. “Papa.” Luna called sternly. It seems that it had brought her father back to the discussion. He blinked thrice. Sol counted. “Ah, yes. Yes. We need to find the son that is blessed with Apolaki, the God of the Sun. How do we do that?” her Father asked the priest.

-His friends repeated, looking at each other and surprised by the word. -Brother, what's wrong? You look pale. -Hey... -Girls, come on, leave at once, please. We won't be needing your services tonight. -The girls who accompanied them got up somewhat annoyed and left, feeling like losers. -Now, tell us what you said. -I don't know, that call I received was very strange and has left me confused. -I thought your father was dead. How come he's calling you now to confuse you? -It's not that. A boy... a boy just called me daddy, he says he is my son and that his mother is in trouble.

Aolis adds. ‘Taken too young, Taken too soon, Her descendent will be mated, To the son of the moon.’ “The son of the moon? That’s me, right?” I ask, looking up at Lily and Aolis. I slap my hand on my chest. “I’m the son of the moon, right?” “I believe so, yes,” Aolis says. ‘They will be happy, And together, it's said, They'll bring the return, Of the ones we thought dead.’

Helios is really like his father, from his looks and his aura, he's like the spitting image of Hector. Hector's younger son, Helion is the opposite of Helios. He has more gentle aura and always like to read his books. He's also smart and also an achiever since she often see his name at the school's bulletin board gaining too many awards because of joining competitions. There's no doubt that he's Hector's son. Amalia was busy packing her things when she heard a knock. She smiled upon seeing Hector also smiling at her. "Why are you here?" She asked him.

He reached out and touched her cheek, his fingers leaving trails of scorched skin. "You are the perfect vessel," he whispered. "A woman who has survived the dark can survive the heat. You will be my new moon. You will reflect my glory to the world, and in exchange, I will spare your son." "Never," Lyra croaked, her voice a sound of dry, cracked stone. "Choice is a luxury you no longer possess," the Sun King said. "I am the Sun. I am the absolute. I am the one who decides who breathes."

In fact, the only thing difference between father and son is his skin tone, which is a shade lighter than the old man's. Turning towards his father, he whispers reverently, "Hello, Father," the words hanging in the air like sunbeams dancing through leaves on a summer day, bright and clear, shimmering in the sunlight. Leon's face lit up with a grin, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears as he gazed lovingly at his son. He had missed him dearly, yearning for the day he would return home. Dirk appeared pale from his recovery, having spent three days at home, sleeping and relying on Luna Caleb's healing spells each night. Both Leon and his mate, Dare, had feared for their son's life, but Caleb's

I rasped, looking down at my son. The boy—the firstborn by three minutes—was letting the world know he had arrived. His cry was strong, a demanding wail that vibrated in my bones. He had a tuft of golden fuzz on his head, and even though his eyes were squeezed shut, I knew they would be blue. He was heat. He was life. He was the Sun. "He's an Alpha," Killian said softly from the foot of the bed. He was shirtless, covered in sweat and blood, looking like a warrior who had just won the most important battle of his life.

"Based on what the texts describe and based on reports I have been gathering from traders and travelers over the past two days I believe there are at least three other divine children currently alive in the world." He opened the folder and spread three sheets across the table. "The Eastern Isles," he said and pointed to the first sheet. "Fourteen months ago a boy was born to a fishing family on the main island. He was born with a mark on his chest. Accounts describe it as a sun shape that gives off actual light in darkness. The local priests of the Sun God recognized it immediately and the child has been under temple protection since birth." "Sun God," I said. "Yes," he said. "The eastern as