Suna Novels & Stories

For the first time in centuries, perhaps longer, Sarah looked peaceful. Emily looked at Nova. Nova was staring at the sunrise. “It's beautiful,” she whispered. Emily smiled. “Yes.” Nova looked at her. “Mom?” “Yes?” “Can I ask you something?” “Anything.” Nova pointed toward the horizon. “Why are there three suns?” Emily froze. Kael slowly turned. Aria stopped talking. Ethan looked upward. The sun was still rising. But beside it— two more suns were appearing. One silver. One black. Sarah's face went pale.

Betrayed by her mate and framed for treason, Athena, a, wolfless Omega, and daughter of traitors—has no choice but to run for her life. Hunted by pack warriors, she flees into the dark woods, her heart broken and her future uncertain. But fate always has a cruel twist in store. One minutes, she's in the woods running for her life, the very next minute, she's in the room of the most feared Alpha, who.is none other than the father of her cruel mate. The domineering Alpha king backs her up against the wall, her bones quivering from the hunger-filled glint in his gaze as he hand glides over her most sensitive skin in a soft caress. "I'll never let you escape from me again, mat

I asked the lead hunter, a cold-faced man named Vane who was busy checking the brass gears on a massive, cannon-like machine that was being hoisted onto a wooden platform. "The Sun-Cannon is primed and the mirrors are aligned to catch the residual light of the moon, so it will deliver a concentrated burst of solar energy that will incinerate anything with vampire blood in its veins," Vane replied, and he didn't even look at me while he polished the glass lens at the front of the weapon. "It doesn't care if she's a hybrid or a pure-blood, because once the beam hits her, her cells will simply catch fire from the inside out and there won't be enough of her left to bury."

The sun had begun its slow, bleeding descent behind the jagged basalt of the Devil’s Tooth, turning the white Salt-Flats into a sea of bruised crimson. But it wasn't the sunset that held Leo Vane’s attention. High above the shimmering heat-haze, a cluster of silent, charcoal-grey specks moved with a mathematical precision that nature could never mimic.

Gabriella "Northern Pack, here we arrive!" Raya screams excitedly as she jumps on the threadbare mattress, rolling to the extreme end so I can sit. "Do you know what this means for us, Gabriela? We could be lucky! Oh, thank you Moon Goddess."

I leaned my head against his shoulder, my eyes squinting against the glare of the gold leafed pillars that surrounded the square. A man stepped out from the shadows of the high temple. He did not wear furs or tunics: he was draped in robes of liquid gold that seemed to flow and shimmer with their own internal current. This was Helios, the Sun Alpha. He was a being of pure solar energy, his presence radiating a heat so intense that the air around him warped in a series of wavy and liquid mirages. His eyes were not amber or silver; they were two white-hot stars that seemed to pierce through my very marrow.

"Oh, absolutely not. I know a branding tyrant when I see one." Aaliyah said, "Haley, maybe do not antagonize the nuclear sunrise." "Too late." Haley went live again, squinting into impossible gold. "Quick reminder: sunlight is great. Forced worship is not. Suns do not get applause for basic job performance." Ra's boat turned toward her. The old goddess laughed. It was a small laugh, cracked and amazed. Ra did not laugh. The solar boat fired a beam of pure dawn at Nightingale. Jack moved.

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“Mom.” “Yes, dear?” “Can you tell me a little bit more about the Lothians? Why am I so important to have? Why they took Alexandria.” I asked. I could see the shock on her face when I asked. “Well. It is a bit difficult to explain. Ledges have it that the Luna, also known as you. Are the only ones that can wipe out their existence. This is why they are they killed your sister. Before she could transform.” She said placing her hands on her lap.

I love the colors of her eyes, those deep purple eyes that glittered whenever the sun rays over them. I always loved watching them smile as she told me all the good things that she had experienced in life. I love the way she would stroke my hair whenever she put me to sleep. I love the way her hair smells after running around the field since she loves the sun so much. She loves the sun… Ashina would sometimes spend her days staring at the clear sky, feeling the heat of the sun against her skin as she hummed her favorite song. She loves the sun. She loved the sun.