Sun Sprites Eulogy Novels & Stories

Lady Isolde, the most feared woman in the North, was currently doubled over, clutching her stomach as Kael explained the fermentation process of the "Menace-Juice." "And you say," Isolde gasped, wiping her eyes, "that the cork hit him in the forehead? The actual forehead?" "Square on," Elara confirmed, her silver ears twitching with pride. As the sun began to dip behind the peaks, painting the snow in shades of violet and gold, the Lunas stood to leave. They didn't look like the stiff, judgmental delegation that had arrived that morning. They looked... inspired.

Slowly, the dark shadow of the moon began to creep across the bright face of the sun. One by one, people raised their glasses. Cheers and gasps rippled through the gathering as the sunlight dwindled. Then, in a breathtaking moment, the sun was completely covered. The sky turned deep twilight, the brighter stars became visible, and around the dark silhouette blazed the brilliant white halo of the sun’s corona.

I whispered. He took a breath that wasn’t needed. “Five hundred years ago, our sun vanished. No one knows why. Some say the ancient king Solaris angered the gods. Some say it was punishment for our sins. Whatever the truth, vampires became prisoners of night. We can walk in moonlight, starlight, candlelight. but sunlight burns us to ash in seconds.” He placed his hand over my belly. “You, Harper Quinn, are the first human in recorded history whose blood carries pure sunlight. I smelled it the moment you stepped on that stage. One taste” His eyes darkened with memory. “One taste and I knew you were the Sun-Born of prophecy.”

“Okay, let’s all pretend that we know what ether is and get to the good part.” “So they were coupled with the sole purpose of parenting three celestial light deities. Helios, sun. Selene, moon, and Eos, dawn.” “So do you think Poppy could be Helios?” Remy asks. “No, it doesn’t fit.” Ronnie shakes his head. “But this text… this text speaks of a fourth sibling.” The room falls silent again. I look across at Poppy just as the colour drains from her face. Her breathing hitches. “Poppy?” Leo says, turning towards her.

"Valen, do you see all those bright, shiny guns his men are holding?" "The spicy ones?" Valen asked. "The spicy ones," I confirmed. "I don't like them pointing at us. Can you make them quiet?" Valen grinned. It was a terrifying, innocent expression. He didn't scream. He didn't even glow. He simply opened his mouth and took a deep, sharp inhale. Crack-crack-crack-crack. Down the line of twenty-four Sunburst Elites, the solar cores in their rifles simultaneously shattered. The golden light inside the weapons was sucked out, streaking through the air like ribbons of neon paint, and vanished into Valen’s mouth.

“No no no, absolutely not, I did NOT sign up to be a replacement Moon, that sounds like a full-time job with terrible hours—” Kaelion almost laughed. Almost. “You are not the Moon,” he said. “Then why is everyone looking at me like I just became customer service for the entire species?!” “Because,” Selune whispered, voice trembling with awe, “you didn’t replace the Moon…” Nyxara slowly looked up. Selune swallowed. “You replaced the connection.” Silence fell again. Different this time. Not panic. Realization. The wolves weren’t looking at the sky anymore. They were looking at her.

Deimos was supposed to return by the weekend but as days increase he is yet to come. Today morning, Cronus thought it's a perfect day to go for a picnic by the lake. I had no idea what a picnic was until he explained it sparking excitement within me. And so here we are Cronus and I sitting upon the fresh green grass as we sip on our juice watching the sunset. We spent the entire day chasing each other and we sat down a while back to relax. "What are you thinking about, Luna?" Cronus asks me gently. "I am thinking if perhaps one day, my dreams will come true." I close my eyes letting the breeze blow softly through my hair.

The pack members circled the pyre, heads bowed, their collective howl a mournful, haunting melody that echoed through the forest. The priest sprinkled sacred herbs over Luna Light’s body, his words resonating with the weight of their history: “From the earth we rise, to the earth we return. May Luna Light find peace in the arms of the Moon Goddess. May her spirit watch over us, guiding us in the darkest of times.”

--- As the final surge of energy flowed into the synthesizer, Ethan cried out in pain, his body convulsing under the strain. “Ethan!” I screamed, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m fine,” he gasped, though his voice was weak. I didn’t believe him. I couldn’t. I rushed to the controls, my hands trembling as I tried to stabilize the energy flow. “Stay with me,” I pleaded, tears streaming down my face. “Please, Ethan. Stay with me.” “I’m here,” he said softly, his voice barely audible. The glow around him began to fade, and I knew the process was complete. The synthesizer hummed softly, the vial containing the cure glowing faintly on the other side of the chamber.

The golden liquid shimmered beneath the moonlight, waiting to be set ablaze. I bit my lip. I had no idea if Dimitri had tampered with the fire. But after everything he had revealed… I couldn’t rule it out. The King and Riven stepped forward, each taking an ornate torch from the elders. The crowd watched in silence, anticipation thick in the air. Dimitri clasped his hands together. "Let the fire burn bright!" The moment the torches met the sacred oils, a burst of flames erupted, dancing wildly against the night sky.