Son Of The Sun Novels & Stories

Earing her words, the booming laughter of the Red Sun filled this space as it spoke with less grandeur and much love. *Hahaha. To think that that little brat has borne a child such as this. I wonder how many years have passed* “You know my father?” Kylie asked, surprised that the Red Sun of Destruction knew her father. *I do, but that is not important now. We must finish the ceremony* the Red Sun insisted, causing Kylie to swallow the rest of the questions she had. She couldn’t help but wonder if she could ask the Red Sun of Destruction those questions after. *I, the Sovereign Sun that lords over fire and brings destruction, have agreed to lend my power to a mortal, that she shall become my

he laid on it and closed his eyes . “why do you try ? a man , strong vibrant and wild the sun God. asked the woman standing by his side looking down at the puddle of water . looking at another story unfold. this time she had weaved a different timeline, a different destiny. desperate to unite the descendants of her two sons

Apollo, the Sun God, stood on a plateau of blazing light, the heat and intensity of the sun's core muted by his divine presence. He gazed across the golden expanse, where Jolene, his radiant fiancée, played with their children. The backdrop of towering solar flares and swirling plasma clouds only highlighted her ethereal beauty. Her laughter echoed like musical chimes amid the sun's roaring energy.

He fell on his knees, and his dad, Lord Lucifer, grabbed his face. "You are Vincenzo West Pecaminoso… Son of Sin. You will only act like your father. You are my puppet. I gave you life; I made you. I could have let your mom abort you, but I didn’t. So you will act like me, do what I want you to do. I heard you when you said you would never hurt a woman. I won’t let you be a simp. You will kill your mom with a gun." He whispered.

It was so pungent that the smell made me cough and choke uncontrollably. It then dawned on me that he was pouring gasoline all over the sty. "You've got nobody to blame but yourself for being such a burden and getting in the way of everything. Mr. Tate can't ever get a day off as long as you're still alive. "So, it's better for you to just die and get out of his way. People like you deserve to die anyway." Moments later, flames began licking every corner of the sty. The pigs were startled and began squealing and trampling over one another in panic, trying to escape.

Young Master Sun scolded Kuang San. Kuang San quickly nodded. At this time, he saw Maniac Xu, and then came up to him and whispered, "Third brother, you can't afford to offend him. You should leave with your men quickly." "Who on earth is he?" Maniac Xu was still a little unconvinced, so he secretly asked Kuang San. "Sun Zijian, the son of Sun Zheng in White Phoenix City!" Kuang San said to Maniac Xu with a serious face.

My understanding is that membership in each costs money and it was cheaper for my father to change to simply sending warriors out then to continue waiting for warriors to come in. I am the youngest son of Alpha Charles Redmen, the alpha and sole leader of the Red Fang pack. I am the youngest of his six kids. I was born prematurely and, unlike my twin Chloe, struggled to breathe on my own. I guess that’s where everything started. My father wanted nothing to do with a weakling like me. So I became the son he didn’t want, the son he felt was undeserving of my very life.

Our father always compared him to me and Rio always felt less of himself. This day was going to be Rio’s best day, he was the mastermind to this idea and for once I didn’t even think twice about it. My father proved to be a bad man, he messed with my mate and that I would never take lightly. He talked about my Mate and her family being part of the Lycan bloodline, the only surviving lycans that were degraded to pups and her Lycan wolf gets reborn if I make her my Luna. I was so ashamed and disappointed hearing that from my so-called father. Knowing that my father was competing with me wasn’t pleasing to hear.

I take it this isn’t their first bout. I press my ear against the wood, even if I could hear without straining. Sophia’s breath hitches. “He’s the son of a traitor. There’s no way the alpha would make the son of a traitor his heir.” Holly scoffs. “Actually, he already announced that his son was back. For the first time, the people of Crescent Moon know that their Luna, their protector,” “Hol.” Stephen warns, She clears her throat. “Has a son, and he’s the heir.”

Now, he finally wanted to be here with his son, but he couldn't find him anywhere. Bruce sagged to the ground on the side of the path, burying his face in his hands. He was just now realizing that some wounds don't just fade away. They're recorded, one by one, tallied up like a debt. Waiting for the day it all comes due, with interest. As evening fell, he saw a mother and son by a restaurant. The mother wore a white shirt; the pup had a blue backpack. They looked just like Avril and Leo from behind.