Son Of The Sun Novels & Stories

His eyes were the color of dawn — beautiful and dangerous in equal measure. “My…” My voice cracked. “Your daughter?” He smiled like he’d been waiting for centuries for me to say it. “Yes. You were lost to me once. But I have brought you home.” The word hit my chest like a memory I couldn’t find. Home. It sounded right, but felt wrong. Like a word stolen from someone else’s story. “Who are you?” I asked. He came closer, and the air bent around him, humming with obedience. “I am Solen. The Sun.”

His body was covered in deep wounds. I ran to him. He slowly opened his eyes. Seeing my mother beside me, a peaceful expression crossed his face. “Sophia… we won…” He placed his trembling hand on Sona’s head. “Sona… you will restore the glory of the Moreno bloodline. You are not a virus… you are the light of a new dawn.” The sun returned to its golden glow. The four of us—Lucas, Sona, my mother, and I—stood together by the sea, watching the peaceful sunset.

“Yu Ming! Yu Cheng!” “He’s still here! Dad! That’s him! He’s the one who injured us!” Sonny Sun emerged from the crowd, his initial panic replaced by a triumphant, haughty confidence now that his formidable father was present. Mr. Sun—Sun Ze—surveyed the chaotic scene. His brow furrowed tightly as his cold, calculating gaze landed on Skylar. “Who is this child? Where are your parents?” He kept his tone measured, unwilling to make a scene until he could assess her background.

He touched my tummy and then stared at my face. "So bad we lost this little dude." Oh, I get it now. The doctor had already broken the news to him. Indeed Joanna said it, he looked devastated. "We did? Oh my god." I said and placed my hand on my Tommy. Tears welled up In my eyes, I cried like my life depended on it. Joanna smiled from behind but I didn't ignore her and continued with my tears. "Serena did this, she's the reason I lost my son. Honey, she's the reason we lost our heir." I said as tears kept rolling down my cheek.

I just entered a taxi real quick. Memories flooded me as I sat in the car. All the moments spent with Jeremy.Jeremy was tall with dark brown hair, a sharp jawline with a hint of stubble.His hazel-green eyes were my favorite features and his broad shoulders with bulky muscles. He was his father’s only son in charge of the multi billion dollar business across the majority of the states.

The night was chilly and cold and the screams of women and children could be heard afar off, Alpha Jack ran to the pack's safe house only to be met with the death of everyone in it, both women and children, all the guards were also dead and the demons gone. He let out a loud menacing growl seething in anger, he lunged at three demons tearing them but they ended up coming back again and again like he hadn't killed them earlier. A few moments later the moon disappeared from the sky and the sun rays illuminated on him, it was the night of the solar eclipse. He looked up to the sky but was distracted by the strangest noise, he turned to his left and met a demon burning due to the sun rays. "That

“MANY OF YOU, KNOW THE PROPHECY AND WE ALL THOUGHT THAT IT WAS ME WHO WAS TO FULLFILL THE PROPHECY! BUT WE WERE ALL WRONG, IT WAS MY SON WHO WAS TO FULLFILL THE PROPHECY THAT WILL PRODUCE THE NEXT ULTIMATE GOD! WHEN FATHER FIRST FLOODED THE EARTH WITH WATER, HE PROMISED THAT THE NEXT TIME IT WOULD BE FIRE! THAT WAS WRITTEN IN THE COPY OF THE BOOK THAT HUMANS KNOW! BUT WE ALL KNOW THE ENTIRE PASSAGE THAT ISN'T IN THE BIBLE THE HUMANS HAVE! THAT WORD THAT WATER AND FIRE WILL JOIN TOGETHER AND CREATE THE NEXT ULTIMATE GOD! WHO WILL BE THE ONE TO CLEANSE THE EARTH, THE ULTIMATE GOD WILL CLEANSE THE EARTH AND PROCREATE WITH HIS MATE WHO WILL BIRTH THE NEW ADAM AND EVE!” The Sun Goddess said and t

Jasper walks up to Ivy with a smile, looking at his mother. “Jasper Sunborn is my son, and my biggest headache.” Solaris says with a sly smile. She looks at Astra, who has joined her mate. “Take care of his heart and soul, moon child. He is special to me.” Astra courtesy to her mother-in-law.

The man fell to his knees, eyes wide with awe. “Go,” the Bastard Son said. “Tell the others. I am not hiding. I am building.” They did, trembling. That night, a fire burned outside the shack. Shadows flickered. He cleaned his blades slowly, methodically. One man stepped forward from the darkness, unarmed, calm. “I’ve come to see if the rumors are true.” “Rumors?” “They say the Valenti blood is alive again. That the bastard carries it in his hands.” Lucia’s son did not flinch. “Then you see correctly.”

I turned my back on the battle and ran toward the Father of Roots. The closer I got, the more the air changed. The scent of ozone and rot vanished, replaced by the smell of ancient honey and sun-drenched pine. The golden light coming from the cracks in the obsidian was so bright it began to hurt my eyes, but I didn't stop. I pressed my palms against the glowing bark. The contact wasn't an explosion of power; it was a conversation. Child of the Sun, a voice echoed in my mind—not a human voice, but the collective whisper of a thousand years of growth. You have returned to the well of the beginning. But the well is dry. The world has forgotten the taste of the dawn.