Son Of The Sun Novels & Stories

"This is Solan, son of the shadow and the sun. And I swear to you—by every stone of this Citadel and every beat of my heart—he will grow up in a world where he never has to lift a sword to prove he belongs here. The horizon is ours, and our tomorrow is eternal!" The plaza erupted. The cheers that followed were deafening—a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated joy, music, and weeping gratitude that rose up toward the sapphire sky like a living prayer. The horns played a triumphant, harmonious tune, the drums a constant, joyful beat, and from the terraced gardens hundreds of white doves and golden solar-birds rose into the air in a breathtaking dance of light and shadow.

I said pulling him in and kissing him all over my face, even with the mask. The child laughed and his arms joined at my neck as I held the basket with daffodils. He was my precious son. I sighed and with Abbadon by our side, walked towards the golden doors with a great sun carved in both. "The sun of the empire, Calisto Bernieri, the first of his name, lord of all demons, ruler of the underworld, emperor of Bernieri, his son, the little sun of the empire, Loren Bernieri Angelov and the third in command of the royal guard, Abbadon, the demon of madness."

Another day in Singapore with mom. She is still weak which is one of the side effects of the chemotherapy. Hopefully, with the help of the two nurses mom will gain her strength back before her next chemotherapy session. “Good morning, mom. Rise and shine.” I roll the curtain on each side to let the sunlight in. Mom covers her face to avoid the glare of the morning sunlight. “Good morning, Angel.” “Would you like to stay on the balcony? The sun feels nice on your skin,” I said, opening the glass door.

Chapter 115 "You called me, Dad". Noah entered Xavier's office and stood by his side. Xavier lifted his head from the file he was studying and stood up with a smile too. "Noah. My son". He held Noah at his shoulders, looking at him with pure pride. "What happened, Dad?" Noah smiled too. He wasn't a true copy of Xavier, but he resembled him in so many aspects. His height, his eyes. His hair. Anyone could see and tell that he was Xavier Russell's son. The true heir of the Russell corporation.

“Get the name of my son out of your damn mouth.” “You don't deserve to be called my son's father, you lost that right when you signed those divorce papers.” “I was wrong,” he said suddenly and paused. “About everything.” I stiffened. “I thought love was optional,” he went on, I could hear desperation bleeding into his voice. “I thought you would always be there.” I said. “You thought wrong, Ethan,” I said quietly. “Leo is my just my son and no one else's not even you, I don't care to know what biology says because I nurtured him only right from when he was a foetus up till now.

"Sure. Give me your daughter, and I'll write off the five thousand." "Ah…" Sunny's mother turned pale with fright. She said incoherently, "No! I'll return the money to you as soon as possible, but don’t even think about touching my daughter!" Sunny's body trembled with shock and rage. "I’d rather die than go with you!” "You little bitch, you should be honored that I chose you! I’ll put you in your place." Pardo walked over aggressively and raised his hand to slap her. However, someone else jumped in at lightning speed and grabbed Pardeo's wrist in a vice-like grip. Surprised, Pardo looked up and saw a young man standing in front of him.

"But Father, this is...it just doesn't make any sense. He is a changed person now, that I am sure of..." "He still has my blood running in his veins. He is my son and will forever remain my son. He will do my bidding. Even though he is the youngest amongst you all aside from Valerie, he is sharper, smarter, and needed in the organization. Do you think if he had ordinary capabilities like you and your brother, he would have been given the title SON OF A MAFIA? Haha, in your dreams. I spent a lot on that boy, gave him all the training that he deserved, he served not only me but each contributor in this Mafia rulership. He belongs to us all and will forever remain a part. He is our son after al

"Had you said so earlier, you could’ve avoided the pain. People like you are just cheap!" The man in sunglasses threw a towel to his companion to wipe his hands, took out his phone, and flipped out a photo. He showed it to Owen and said, "Your son looks quite smart, eh? Even though your wife’s ugly, her body is fine. Surely, you don't want them to be hurt in any way, right? You have five days and I hope you do what you said you're going to do. Otherwise...you know." "Okay! I understand! Don't worry, I'll pay you within 5 days!"

"Why drag me back to this place if you already know I should refuse?" Marcus spoke from behind them, his voice cold and precise. "Because there's only one Alpha powerful enough to break a curse this advanced. Only one whose bloodline is old enough and strong enough to counter whatever dark magic is killing our father." Gabriel closed his eyes, already knowing the name that would come next, already feeling the mate bond twist like a knife between his ribs. "Dominic Ashford," Catherine whispered. "Your mate. The only one who can save your father's life is the man who rejected you five years ago."

The women took a few steps back to confer, and the man holds out a hand to her, “I’m Sol, God of the Sun and Luna’s brother.” Celine takes his hand and shook it, his skin was hot, but not uncomfortably so. “Celine, Queen Luna of France Celine de Laurant, officially.” She smiles at the God, who smiles back, but then he frowns, then his eyes go wide like he realises something,