Novel & Cerita Sunday X Caelus

I couldn't care less about the noise as my destiny awaited me. I turned my head once more to look at Otis, I could sense her fear from where I stood but they were mixed with some other emotions I couldn't understand. She wasn't worried about herself, she was worried about me! This provided me with enough motivation to carry on with my battle. “Who are you?” the cracking voice of the seer sounded across the field. “I, Roshan… I am the first and only son of Alpha Lucius and the rightful successor to the Bluemoon throne!”

Every time a soldier reformed, Kael and I hit the same rhythm — sword, flame, strike, breath — until the air hummed with the pattern of us. Then the ground burned. Not from fire. From presence. Light gathered on the horizon, trembling — not stable, not real — like a god’s echo clawing its way back through its own death. Solen. Or what was left of him. He stepped out of the light — translucent, cracked with fractures of gold, his form flickering between glory and ruin. “You cannot kill the Sun,” he said, voice hollow. “You can only delay dawn.” I smiled. “Guess I’m hitting snooze, then.”

Joseph felt the wind knocked out of him as he heard the whistle followed by the loudest sound he's ever heard in all his 16 years under the Tau Ceti sun. A whiz and BOOM. Whiz and BOOM. Explosion after explosion came pummeling down onto them. An unending barrage of terrifying heat and sound and fireball crashed all around them. Joseph covered his face as clods of disturbed earth pelted and rained down on him. His screams were drowned out by the loud thunders. It went on forever. Until it didn't. Then it stopped. He heard nothing afterwards except the constant ringing in his ear.

Two maids entered with trays of oils, makeup, and shoes. “We’ll help you get ready, Luna.” “I didn’t even get to rest,” Lydia mumbled. The maids chuckled. “Alpha Knox is already downstairs.” She sighed again and let them work. When she finally stepped down the winding staircase into the hall, the ceremony was already underway. Eyes turned toward her. Murmurs followed her like shadows. But then—there he was. Knox. Waiting in front of the Lycan ceremonial basin. He reached for her hand. They stood together under the hanging moonflower vines as the officiator chanted ancient words. They each dropped a few drops of blood into the silver bowl of water, drank from it, and then sealed it with a kis

"You will not spend your morning reviewing ledgers in the drafty assembly hall." Lyra looked up into his intense silver-gold eyes, a soft, amused smile playing on her lips. "I am the Sun Queen, Caelum Vance. Reviewing the realm's growth is hardly a burden." Caelum leaned down, his eyes burning with absolute, unyielding devotion as he captured her lips in a deep, possessive morning kiss that sent a sweet wave of heat rushing through her veins. "You are my entire world," Caelum rumbled against her mouth, holding her firmly against his chest. "And my world will be shielded from every strain."

They sat on the deck, watching the sun go down over the Pacific. "Cale?" "Yes?" "Are we happy?" Cale looked at the sunset. He looked at the wine. He looked at Elion. He checked his internal sensors. Heart rate: Steady. Pain: Minimal. Temperature: Warm. Proximity to Target: Zero. "Yes," Cale said. "We are happy." "Good." "Elion?" "Yeah?" "Tomorrow is Tuesday." Elion froze. "Tuesday." "The ghost day," Cale said. "Are you scared?"

Serena slowly traced her mom’s handwriting, remembering the times she had seen her write. Celeste was standing outside her room in Khalid’s manor. Inside was her mate, peacefully sleeping, as if everything was fine, but both of them knew it was not. She looked past the balcony, the sun was slowly rising, their room was the perfect place to watch it rise, it was also a perfect place to cast a spell. “Ra, the sun god of this land, I seek help to strengthen this spell I cast, Together with Apolaki, the sun god of my land, and Belenus who reigns over Europe.