Stories About Sun Novels & Stories

She was wondering why the sun is not yet leaving. "Is the sun waiting for something?", she asked herself. After an hour, she was amazed of what she had witnessed, the sun embraced the moon and at last they met each other. Until one morning, Hannah tells her mother different situations she encountered. " You know what mom, I saw the candle crying, is that what it always do the whole night? But still I was amazed with that thing because until its last life, it stands and gives light to dark", Hannah said. Her mom stopped crying and continuously lends her ears to the situations that Hannah will tell her.

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.

While massaging her feet Antonio was reading a story to Jeevika where he read a paragraph " After like decades, my journey seemed to come to an end. The warmth of the fire was beautiful but the warmth of the sun can be a life, I learned when its rays fell upon me and the snow all over me sparkled like stars. Stars at night I had witnessed but a star in the day I had never before. That star was the Sun. Sun is invisible! I witnessed it when I saw my tears wetting my eyelashes and running down drenching my cheeks. It was warmth. The rays of the sun scattered into seven shades of love welcoming me back to life. My red hands shivered as they moved up to embrace the sun between them but before I

Reflecting the sun like a beautiful canvas. "You know, my dear, the sun is so beautiful, but it's such a destructive power." I looked over at her, but she was still looking out at the water. "Destructive, yet people worship it." "But she's only destructive if she strays from what she'd destined to do. If she lets something corrupt her." "The sun, it's a male." "Is it?" "Legends tell it that way." "Have you ever heard the story of the sun's daughter?" She asked, looking at me. I shook my head. "Well…

What we passed was orange because of its rays. What's happening to me is romantic. I can't imagine experiencing this. I am having a trip with my boyfriend as the sun begins to appear and light up the world. Hope sprung up in my heart that the outcome of my relationship with Marcov would be good because of the King Sun that provides a symbol of a strong foundation for the beginning of the day. Meaning, our relationship would be established firm and brilliant. "The sun is beautiful," I said. He turned to me. "And you are my sun," he whispered to me.

Sunbringer As Nio travelled toward Canestor, he was unaware of the chaos he had created after breaking the magic bubble around Raal. After so much time the sun was moving again. In a split second, he changed something that most thought was immutable. The lands immersed in darkness were again pampered by the warm rays of the sun and people who had never seen the night were greeted by new and wondrous colours of the sunrise. After the initial shock and fear, and once the sky did not fall, the creatures in Raal began to adapt to the new situation. But Raal's rulers were not happy. At first, they didn’t know how

"But you’ve done something else. By putting a 'Story' into the Vault, you’ve made the Shop a part of our history forever. It’s no longer a monster we fight... it’s a story we have to tell." Cian walked to the window. The sun was rising over the Azure Sea. But the light didn't look like gold anymore. It looked like Ink. "Mama?" Cian asked. "Why is the sun drawing pictures in the sky?" I looked up. The clouds were forming words. Thousands of them. The "Story" we had sent into the Vault was being broadcast to the entire world. Everyone, everywhere, was suddenly seeing the same thing. And in the distance, a new door was appearing on the horizon. Not a Library door. Not a Shop door.

But as soon as I asked him this question his whole face lit up and was ready to give me all the theories that he had learned. “Well for starters, the Sun keeps on expanding every time, and it burns like an angry devil, it is a sign for us werewolves, you know,” he said. “What sign?” I asked him, what it had to do with us. He shook his head like I was a little baby and I didn’t get the obvious thing that he was telling me, which in his opinion was plain as day.

She began to speak, her voice a soft, clear bell in the oppressive silence. "Once upon a time," she said, "the sun loved this valley very much. It would wake up every morning and stretch its warm fingers down the terraces, and the grapes would stretch back, turning their faces to the light. And the grapes would whisper secrets to the sun, and the sun would listen, and that's why the wine from this valley tasted like happiness…" She told a simple, childish story. A story about the friendship between the sun and the grapevines. It was nonsense, and it was the most powerful magic any of them had ever witnessed.

His smug look when walking into Yuna’s bedroom made her want to tear him apart. Tears formed in her eyes when she remembered the faces of everyone she cared about. She wasn’t able to say goodbye to any of them. Sun had no special attachment to her country because no one was willing to help her when her family was murdered. She was appalled by the disgusting truth about her country. Nothing mattered to them more than money and their own lives.