Sonic Eclipse Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath, and checked the pouch. That’s when I heard the voice. “Isla!" "Isla, where are you?” Lucas’s voice, filled with desperation and anger, carried through the storm. A pang of relief and hope washed over me as I screamed to respond. But the sound of lightning and the howling winds swallowed my words. I was about to scream for him again when, without warning, I felt a sharp, searing pain in the back of my head. The world tilted violently as my vision began to blur. My body crumpled against the slick stone, my limbs refusing to obey me.

Everyone relaxed and I began to feel very tired I thought it was the product of the same headache, but no. I fell to the ground and lost control of my being, I felt the darkness invade me and I plunged into nothingness. —Ronan.... Ronan... Ronan I exclaimed. —Who's there? I felt scared and I wasn't. —You have to remember, you have to remember... Your job is to protect her, you must not turn away from her. (Echoing that voice immersed in nothingness) —But, protect who...

The royal astronomers had predicted a rare, total solar eclipse—a celestial event that the fearful ancients had viewed as an omen of total destruction, but which Elena had meticulously, and brilliantly, reframed as a symbol of cosmic transition and rebirth. "They're calling it the 'Eclipse Coronation' in the city," Kaelen noted, stepping close and resting his hand gently on her shoulder, his palm feeling the vibrant life stirring beneath her dress. "It’s a powerful, resonant image. The shadow passing, and the new era rising in the brilliant light that follows. It is exactly what this empire needs."

Clara broke the kiss, her breath catching in her throat as she turned her head toward the fluid tank. Inside the glass cylinder, Leo’s eyes violently snapped open. They weren't the soft, human amber eyes he had possessed before the siege. They were a glowing, pitch-black obsidian shot through with swirling veins of dark violet void energy. A deep, inhuman voice echoed directly through the glass, speaking not in Leo's voice, but in the ancient, corrupted tongue of the long-lost Eclipse Order: "The catalyst has received the blood... The True King shall rise."

Silas knelt before me in the dirt and shadow, recognizing the sovereign I had become. "The Hunt is over, Elara," he whispered, looking up at his Shadow Queen. "Now, we start the War". But as the words left his lips, the ancient voice of Lyra drifted from the deeper tunnels, calling me "Daughter of the Eclipse" and welcoming me home. I reached for the Seal of the Eclipse, the liquid obsidian swallowing my hands in a cold, viscous fire. The golden tether between Silas and me snapped into place, forged into a single entity of power that no Council could ever hope to break.

"What about the incident today? Seven rogues defeated. Some permanently." "She was defending herself and her friends. She showed restraint even in life-threatening circumstances. A lesser student would have killed all seven. She disabled them and let them retreat." "You're defending her." "I'm providing accurate assessment. Which is what you asked for." Councilor Thorne leans forward. "Professor Mercer, are you aware of Miss Eclipse's otherworld connections? Her ability to channel essence from the deceased? The fact that she can bridge worlds during combat?" Cole doesn't hesitate. "I'm aware she's developing advanced abilities. That's to be expected from Eclipse bloodline. The goddess marks

Serena fought while shielding Liora, violet spells lighting up the night. One of the agents got close enough to reach for Liora. “Come with us, little Key,” he hissed. “We will make you a goddess.” Liora screamed. A massive uncontrolled burst of tri-colored magic exploded from her, blasting the agent away and knocking everyone back. The attackers retreated, but not before leaving a message burned into the ground: “The Eclipse is coming. The child will be ours.” As the family regrouped after the attack, Liora looked up at her parents with glowing eyes and whispered:

"And without it, you can't break the wards. You can hold a knife to my father’s throat for a thousand years, but if the amplifier isn't here to catch his voice, the Invitation won't stick." Clever. Eveline’s daughter is smarter than Eveline ever was. "The Eclipse is tomorrow," I say, checking the alignment of the energies in the room. Ryker was acting prematurely. Typical. The sun is darkening, yes, but the true alignment, the Black Sun, is still hours away. "We have time." I step closer to her and Kaleb growls, a low rumble in his chest. I ignore him. He is flesh. I am inevitable. "You are going to bring me that Stone," I tell her.

For the first time in a long time, we were safe. It took me a few days to start feeling like a person again. My body was sore, my throat bruised, my nerves raw. I’d catch myself listening for his car, holding my breath at every noise outside. But each morning the sun came up and the world didn’t fall apart, it got a little easier to believe that maybe — just maybe — it was really over. And then one afternoon, the phone rang. It was him.