Son Of The Sun Novels & Stories

Standing in front of Grandpa’s gravestone, with his smiling face etched into the stone, I hadn’t cried in so long, but I couldn’t stop the tears from welling up. “Grandpa, I’m sorry. I’ll avenge you, and myself.” During this time, I learned that my father was a well-known businessman overseas, with our family’s assets ranking among the top abroad. While our influence in the country wasn’t as strong, it didn’t matter. Though the Preston and Simpson families were powerful, if my parents wanted to, bringing down Calvin and Jack was still within their reach. But I stopped them. This was my revenge, and I wanted to carry it out with my own hands.

weight finally gone, replaced by a crystalline clarity, "He’s a reset, he’s the cure." At the edge of the summit, the broken, ashen figure of Kaelen Vane stirred, he crawled toward us, his fingers clawing at the scorched stone, he was a man stripped of his godhood, his golden eyes now a dull, human brown. "My... my son," Kaelen wheezed, reaching out a trembling hand, "The prophecy... the Sun must... must claim the heir."

Anatolie’s eyes shone, and a single tear slid down the side of his face. “The moon does not bow for just anyone…” he murmured. “I saw her in dreams. The Goddess of shadow. The witch of the night. She gave something to my son… something I never dared to seek for myself.” Alexei knelt beside the bed, touching his father’s arm. “Susan… is the daughter of Goddess Morrigan,” he said quietly. “And their son… will be called Demyan.” Anatolie closed his eyes for a moment, murmuring as if he were blessing every syllable.

I growled at him for telling me what to do instead of fucking answering my stupid questions, it’s there the redhead man laughed at my action to then say. “Alright now lad, I am known as Helios, my sister calls me Sunny, it is our nicknames, I am the god of the sun, and of this am also known to others as the bringer of sigh, it was known from many that I share a similarity to the moon with the creatures who have been born from my sight, my sister created them along with my powers of truth to direct her mate into a better day, and truly remain together forever, she took my powers, and combined them with her first stillborn son, to create a creature that would bring fear when summoned, this is

It was even tucked away in a protective sleeve, with his handwriting on the back, "Shannon, my youth." “Dan!” I rushed forward, grabbing my son from Shannon’s arms. Dan turned to look at me but quickly pouted and averted his gaze, refusing to meet my eyes. He was just like his father—silent when angry, never expressing his feelings out loud but letting his discontent simmer underneath. Was he upset because I’d been gone for too long on this trip? Softening my tone, I spoke gently, “Dan, I’m back now. Let’s go home, okay?”

"He's 24. Trade school graduate. He makes 450 bucks a month and spends his days in internet cafes. My mom said they had to make his wedding look impressive so that the bride's family wouldn't look down on him." "Well–" "Edith, I'm not jealous of him. I just want to know if I'm really their son. I fight my way through life just to build a home, and they tell me to rely on myself. But Logan? They throw money at him." "Evan, don't think that way. Your parents only did it for your uncle–"

“Honey, Billy and I were manipulated by Lori. She has always been jealous because you’re better than her in every way. That’s why she put our son up to that livestream stunt to smear your name.” Following his father’s lead, Billy stepped forward and held my hand. “Mom, I’m really sorry. I should never have listened to Aunt Lori. This is all her fault. From now on, I’ll be a good boy and do everything you say. I’ll never misbehave again.” I looked at the boy I had once cherished as my son. Every trace of maternal love I had felt for him was gone. At that moment, he seemed like nothing more than an irritating pest I wanted to brush aside.

Mom always told me, "Your stomach's weak, you can't handle too much of it." It wasn't until much later that I understood — it wasn't that I couldn't eat it. She just didn't want to give me any. My voice came out cold. "I'm not going." Her tears spilled over all at once. "Ryan, how did you turn into this? That's your father!" I looked at her. "Does he even know I'm his son? When I had two ribs broken, you know what he said? He said, 'Looks like the lesson hasn't sunk in yet.'"

Lowering his head, he said softly, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't call you 'Dad' anymore. I came today to give the company back to you." I stood up and walked over to him. "Jon, I understand how you feel. But I want you to know something. Whether we're related by blood or not, I've always treated you as my own son. Otherwise, I never would've entrusted the company to you." His eyes immediately reddened. "But my biological father did so many terrible things. Doesn't it bother you that I'm his son?" "There's no denying that William was your father. But so what? He was him, and you are you. All I know is that I raised you myself. Nothing else matters."

Sure enough, after only two seconds of hesitation, he stepped forward unhurriedly and cleared his throat. "You're all mistaken. Eloise Lloyd is not my son's mother. She's only..." He paused, his gaze falling tenderly on Samantha. "She's only the nanny I hired for my son. Samantha Yates is my son's real mother." A nanny? I froze, feeling myself going numb. Victor and I had been together since college. We had been through thick and thin for ten years. When his business failed and he fell into debt, I even fought with my father for his sake. When his frequent social drinking gave him stomach problems, I woke up at 5:00 am every day to make him a nourishing stew.