Sun Knights Novels & Stories

an initiate said suddenly. The initiate had a dark look about him, though he carried a proud and violent aura. It was Theobold Sun. Bentley Sun, who stood nearby silently could not help but give his younger brother a look. “Really now? Well, spit it out then!” Keith said, his expression softening somewhat from a possible solution to their problems. “Feather and Horizon Peak have one thing in common, we have beef with another Peak — the Supreme Peak!” Theobold said. “That’s enough Theobold! Master, please forgive my brother’s lack of decorum, please do not listen to his nonsense!” Bentley hushed. “Quiet, Bentley!” Keith growled as he flashed a menacing glare at the older Sun. “Continue on wit

“I’m surprised to hear that the Auctioneer and your father were close. You mentioned that your father was a knight… didn’t you?” “Yes,” Cataleia confirmed. “He was the Sun Knight, and my uncle the Moon. They were twins and used to be in the infantry with Kai’s father, the former King. He died all of a sudden, and no one explained why. I wasn’t even able to retrieve his body.” Lei carried on with the letter.

His silver eyes glinted in the flames, calm and unreadable. Seeing her tense defensively, the man shifted back slightly. "I'm Kyle, Alpha of the Shadowthorn Pack. I found you three days ago at the Northlands border." Shadowthorn Pack. Yuna froze, the name finally surfacing in her memory. Before the fall of Frostveil Pack, Shadowthorn Pack had been the closest ally of her pack. She had seen Kyle once as a child. Back then, he had only been a boy walking behind his father, standing on the snowy plain as silent as ever.

I followed his gaze just as the first one noticed me. He stopped. The girl beside him looked over, then stopped too. Within seconds, all three had lowered their heads. “Luna.” “Oh, fuck this.” Brax laughed outright. Grant reached for my hand. The moment his fingers closed around mine, the nearest students looked toward him, and whatever instinct had identified me seemed to catch on the four men around me too. One of the guys straightened slowly. His gaze traveled from Grant to Julien, then Brax and Linc. “The Sacred Pack.”

It was the same term Kael had used. Nolan stroked his beard, his eyes distant. "The Crimson Sun syndicate is not a mere pack. It is a cult, built around a twisted ideology that seeks to eclipse the Moon Goddess's power with their own perverted 'sun.' Their hierarchy is rumored to be led by a council of zealots, each with a specific role. An 'Architect' would be their master strategist."

They bore the radiant aura of the Sun Pack, and their arrival struck fear into the hearts of Cyrus and his warriors. As the warriors with their fur aglow like the sun itself burst forth from the depths of the forest, their radiant presence cast a brilliant light that seemed to dispel the darkness that had gripped the battlefield. The Moon Pack, momentarily frozen by the shock of this unexpected development, soon found themselves facing a formidable force they had never encountered before. The warriors of the Sun Pack moved with an almost supernatural grace, their movements synchronized as if guided by an invisible hand. Their fur shimmered with a golden hue, and their eyes blazed with an inn

Brynn Hollis' POV The Ancients had been with us for a month. The pack had adjusted. Solara healed. Korr trained. Lyric sang. Ember played with Luna Rose. The Circle felt stronger, more connected, more rooted in something older than any prophecy. Then the messengers came. Not from the north—from the south. A pack we'd never heard of, calling themselves the Sunborn. They served Sol, not Luna. They worshipped the Wolf of Sol as a god.

I looked at the sky. The grey mist of the North was being torn apart. Not by the wind, but by light. A second sun was rising over the Granite Peaks. It was too bright, too hot, and it carried the sound of a thousand screaming hawks. "The Shroud is broken," Liora gasped, her face turning to ash in the new light. "The Sun-Pack is here." From the golden clouds above, a shape descended. It was a man riding a hawk the size of a carriage. He wore armor made of dragon-glass and carried a spear that dripped liquid fire.

He looked into the clear liquid for a moment longer before turning to leave. … The next morning as the sun rose a knight called Tiro Recto, looked down at the makeshift encampment from a cliff on the mountain. Behind him another knight, Bonito Sorriso, struggled to climb up onto the cliff. His struggle was comedic and rather loud, but Tiro’s gaze remained fixed on the black tents scattered among the tombstones. “How on Terra did you get up here so early?” Bonito asked as he stood up and brushed dirty of his armour. Both knights were wearing ornate, gleaming gold armour that reflects the soft, diffused light of the sky. Their armour is intricately detailed with engraved patterns and layered p

I was unpleasantly surprised when I came downstairs. Sienna was standing in my kitchen looking at me like she wanted to kill me. She is my brother’s and Alpha’s best friend. She is 25, just like my brother and Alpha, and she has been hanging out with them since childhood. Now, she is clinging on to them like they are a lifeboat. She was devastated when she found out that neither my brother nor Alpha were her mates. That didn’t stop her from trying to become Luna. She is always around Alpha, proving herself and trying to convince him to take her as his chosen mate.