Tangled Sun Novels & Stories

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.

What seemed weird was that among four sunflowers standing before the others, only one of them stood just as tall and rigid as the thorns were, having sharp tiny spikes along its stems, which seemed to scratch the petals of the three other sunflowers around it. Another painting pictured a leading thorn and one of the affected sunflowers lacing together, then came another picture of the laced sunflower turning blood red, before the painting of thorns lacing tightly with the sunflowers. A few stooping sunflowers growing on a rocky land came next, standing across a hill with a crowd of giant thorns, yet the first laced sunflower remained tainted and the ever-standing one never let go of its roug

The treads were no longer tethered to the earth. Audrey fell to the salt, her skin smoking, her eyes wide and sightless. She had seen the "Heart of the Sun," and it had left her soul scorched. The aftermath of the reflection was a scene of silent, crystalline desolation. The three Southern Interceptors were nothing more than glittering dust scattered across the salt. But the danger had not passed. In the distance, the Golden City of Solaria was reacting. The central tower, the "Mirror-Spire," was rotating, its massive parabolic reflectors turning toward the horizon like the eye of a giant.

One step closer to finding out what I needed, secretly, without anyone suspecting. I watched Zara move around the shop, humming to herself as she worked, and I felt a pang of longing for simplicity. If only things could be normal… but I knew better. The truth about my step-brother and the events at the party, was something I couldn’t ignore. _______ The sun had started to dip lower outside Zara’s shop, casting a warm glow over the cluttered counter. I held my phone in my hand, staring at the contact Zara had sent me a few hours ago.

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.”

The last thing I need right now is someone nagging me. I opened that door, and my hands clenched instinctively. Standing before me was none other than my nemesis. The urge to strangle her and free myself from this entanglement overwhelmed me, but again... self-control. The plans I have for her are definitely not good ones. "Good...good morning," she stuttered, standing far away from me. I ignored her and walked away. Good morning? What is good about the morning? Of course, waking up as Mrs. Rhode is indeed pleasant.

The morning sun cast long shadows across the perfectly trimmed hedges, the fountain in the distance catching the light in crystalline droplets that sparkled like diamonds. It all looked so peaceful, so orderly… such a stark contrast to the chaos tearing through my life. I clenched my fists until my short nails bit painfully into my palms, my jaw locking into a tight, hard line. The physical pain grounded me, pulled me back from the edge of panic, gave me something concrete to focus on.

I had no memories of myself, the only thing I remembered was my name because the singlet I wore had a name tag. Everything was hard for me because I always had nightmares about a family. A woman, a little boy and a girl. We had always have fun, then another man would appear, hurting us. The dreams were confusing and disturbing but there was nothing I could do about it. ***** "Uncle Julian! Wake up, it's morning!" Daniel's screams jolted me awake. I groaned at the boy's restlessness but I loved him dearly. He reminded me of someone, sparking a familiar feeling in my heart.

Why did he come out in the sunlight? Would the burn be healed quickly? I wanted to chuckle that even with my eyes closed, I was thinking about his pain. . #TBC