Son Of The Sun Novels & Stories

For them, human was fated to die, be it from plagues or wars. “Oh, my sun! My powerful sun! Please show my baby the way back home!” Even though the old lady bathed in the sun until her skin cracked, the god would never hear her. Still, as she passed by, this time, Sierra put down a bottle. “Ma’am, at least drink a water-“ “No! No!” The old lady shushed her away, “The god of sun won’t like it if I drink and eat! This is the only way for him to hear my prayers!”

“I will handle this,” Maverick said as he dropped the phone call, and soon enough, he arrived. He looked at the sorry excuse of a man his brother had become and wanted to kill him. “What do you have to say for yourself?” “I wanted to test that little morsel your son has upstairs. I thought maybe he would be more of a team player than you ever were.” The man spat out. “I mean, he has his own version of his mother, a simpleton and whore.”

he explains and all I can do is look at him in shock. " You could have told us! We could have helped you!" Sebastian screams at him. " Take your son and get out of my life!"Veronica says with her face buried in my chest. " Untie him " I order my man. Valentine gets to his feat and walks past his father , not even looking at him and than stops midway and looks at me with the unspoken question. " I will let my men bring your family back home" I assure him. He nods and gets into the drivers seat calling something in Russia to his father.

“He's a father, Colin. A father! And I'm not the mother of his child.” The surprise at the revelation was evident, but, let's be honest, I kind of expected something like this. Valquíria didn't need to explicitly say who Othon's newly discovered son was. From the moment I laid eyes on the neighbor and found out he was Karen's son, it was as clear as daylight that he was also Othon's son.

But I would never forget about you, so… Could you still remain as my son in our next life? This time, let's ditch your father.

Rael The sun has dipped low in the sky, leaving behind streaks of soft oranges and gentle purples that paint the horizon in soothing colors. I sit comfortably, cradling the small weight of our son in my arms, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps deeply against me. He’s warm and safe, nestled in my hold, and the feeling is something I never believed I’d experience. Not for someone like me, a rogue who’d once been defined by harshness and a constant fight for survival.

Oakland hadn’t seen rain in forty-three days. I counted each one as the sun blazed relentlessly, turning the world into a dry, cracked memory. The scent of rain finally hit the air tonight—wild, electric—sending chills down my spine. It reminded me of her. The day she left. The day cancer stole my mother and left me with a hollowed-out father and a life that felt like borrowed time. I was wiping down the counter at Subrosa Coffee when the door chimed.

"I didn't do anything to you. You betrayed me. Why? Just tell me why." His face was a wreck. Tears running down it. He wanted an answer. Fine. I'd give him one. He was the only son of the Moretti family. Born to be the Don. And he walked away. For me. His father pressured him every way you can pressure a man. He didn't budge. He wouldn't come home. He worked as a real-estate agent. Long hours. Took everything he made and brought it home. He said one day he'd save enough and he'd buy us a house.

Thinking of him left a pang of pain in his chest. Da. Ma. Eli. They were everything to Joseph. Da with his fount of knowledge of everything over and under the Tau Ceti sun. Ma with her sweet smile and the warmest hug he's ever known. And Eli, loud and brash little El-El; never one to back down from any dare her older brother would give her. Now ma lies silent, uranium slugs stitching her back, shielding Eli in their last moments together. Acting as a human shield for Eli didn't matter though; the slugs ripped right through her body, peppering sweet, little Eli just the same. He heard his da screamed a guttural, most primal wail Joseph has ever heard his entire life. He saw his da charge at t

He exposed his eyes the first time with the rays of the sun pulling off his linen cloth from his face. " A prince should never be feeble, neither he should be sensitive, you my son, should be able to survive in the scorching sun and on the harsh winter. I want you to be like the oasis in the desert, always ready to give hope and always ready to give life to your citizens. I pray to SUN GOD, you my son will be ready for any circumstances that are going to come in the future and you will always be ready to give up your life for the sake of your kingdom and your people.