Stories About Sun Novels & Stories

The round red sun hung low on the horizon, casting a glowing golden trail across the surface of the water. “Well, look who’s awake.” Rinjani startled and turned. A campfire burned nearby. The air around it was warm. Comforting. On the other side of the fire, Ki Caraka tossed dry branches into the flames, making them flare higher. Rinjani looked around again. Nothing but dense forest surrounded them. “Where is everyone else? Where are my parents?” “They’re safe,” Ki Caraka said. “You fell asleep here because you liked the view.”

I had never heard this story either, but it was an enjoyable tale. Elder Roz continued, “right away she knew that this was her soulmate. The one she had longed to find. They fell in love instantly, and with the Goddess’ love and aid, the Sun God could finally bring life to one of his Children. The Earth.” Jake seemed happy with this tale. It wasn’t hard to see that this was probably his favourite story his Elder told him and the others in their pack.

she apologized. He ignored her as they arrived at the museum. They walked through the air conditioner museum,a hissed escaped nafisa's lips, she have brought a jacket and now she is going to freeze to death. She heard the best time to visit the museum is in the evening when the hot burning sun in the city is down. " Hussain, it has been a long time since I have seen you. Was it five years ago?" A man dressed in casual said as he pulled Hussain in for a manly hug. " And this must be our wife" he added making sure to quote Our wife.

Earliest day. Black spots in the Sun Sitting on a hill, a strange-looking man named Memorable looks at the black spots in the Sun through dark glasses. Memorable likes to take with him dark glasses and through them to look at the black spots on the Sun, which, as it seems to him, indicates the imperfection of the picture of our star. The memorable one thinks that God made a mistake in creating a Central place in the landscape of the sky. Not far from the hill, in the rural hinterland is a monastery, where the Memorial and lives. Ordinary people often come to him and his brothers to get spiritual advice. This time his brother Sergius came up to the hill and began to talk to him about his stra

I swear. She sparkles and twinkles and blinks with honey brown light in the wake of daylight's rigor mortis. She shimmers. Glimmers. And burns. They say that no matter how long the night is, eventually, day will break, right? But what if your Sun was not a Sun. What if there was no guarantee that the Sun will show up when morning finally comes. What if your Sun was a person, not a ball of hydrogen and helium burning fierce and bright, zillions of miles away. What if your Sun didn't need to rise; rather, you needed it, or him, or her, to walk into your life before you could see clear skies.

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

“Whatever this is, it ends before it affects my pack.” “It already has.” I step closer. “Then say it.” The moon hangs high above us. The light cuts across his face, exposing emotions I’ve never seen there before. “Shawn,” I say. “You were watching him,” I continue. “You moved towards him during my vows.” “You weren’t meant to notice.” The air thickens. “Kane.” He inhales slowly. “The Moon Goddess revealed my mate.” I stare at him. “What?” “It happened when the moon reached its peak.” His voice is tight. “During your vow.”

I didn’t bother with an umbrella; it was a bit hot, but I felt lighter than I had in years. Even the darkest places eventually see the light.

Salvatore. As I stood in my study, completely enthralled by the breathtaking sunset, I could not help but be mesmerized by the stunning view before me. The sky was painted in a mesmerizing mix of colors, with hues of orange, pink, and purple blending together seamlessly. The sun itself was a fiery ball of orange, slowly sinking below the horizon. The rays of the sun shone directly into my study, casting a warm glow on my face. I could feel the heat of the sun on my skin, and I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation.

One was the great god of the sun, Sol, and the other god was the heathen god of unholy creatures. I had heard many stories about the two gods. Of course Sol always used his divine might to smite the heathen god. That was why he used us as his messengers to follow his will. I was still devote to Sol, after all I owed everything I had to him. Using the hearts of wolves didn’t mean I was a fervent worshipper of Sol. But this story was different. Far different from anyone I had ever heard before. It told a story of Sol and thus heathen god, Luna, as a couple, as mates.