The Blazing Sun Mhw 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.

Helping Jump up, she also has to split some sand before dusting it from her hair. “I’m fine,” Jump replies. She readies her crossbows and looks up. Aiming at the massive vultuzzard as it circles back, she loads a tiny crossbolt. “I think you’re going to need something a little bigger.” The vultuzzard dives down toward us. About to hit Jump and me, Hothead runs from the side and swings his flaming sword. Bright red and orange fire shoots out, lighting up the night sky as it forces the vultuzzard back.

So, the silvery light above illuminated everything down on the ground. The moonlight shone across Ayira's dainty face, making her sapphire blue eyes glow like diamonds. Blaze suddenly shut his eyes as a scene that he couldn't describe abruptly flashed in his mind. It was so fast and vague. But it appeared that he was running in the woods, which he had never seen before. 'Was it part of my lost memory?' He asked himself. 'I think he's really our maste (mate), but it seems something is wrong.' Sierra mumbled, pulling Ayira from the daze.

[Zeve’s POV] “In the presence of the five elements that forge this world — fire, water, wind, earth and sky — I, Zeve Amor Blaze, the luna of the Aurora pack vow before the high priestess, Melantha Narkissa, the alpha of the pack, Alpha Amor Blaze and the pack public…” The next day, the vowing preparations were made in the same arena where I had my duel with Hikari. The arena was once again filled with thousands of people who were to witness my vows.

" I try to concentrate and see a Blaze figure in my head. I try to find out what Blaze sees right now...where his whereabouts...and what is how condition. I closed my eyes and concentrate harder...what I See .. is the same as what Blaze see .... And Blaze is seeing.. 'What the F.....!'

Java, 1586 The wind howled across the coast. The sun blazed from the peak of a sharp blue sky, while massive waves exploded against the black rocks lining Karang Bendan's shoreline. On a stretch of smooth sand, two men stood facing each other, separated by little more than eight feet.

I pulled on the robe and straightened the cuffs. "Let's go. We have visitors." Beyond the barrier of the Underworld, violent explosions thundered. Apollo and a legion of Sun Guards were launching a frenzied assault on the Abyss defenses. Raging solar fire scorched through the outer darkness, burning voids of emptiness into it. Hades and I stood side by side atop the barrier wall, looking down at Apollo below, raging like a rabid dog. "Selene! Get out here!" Apollo's eyes were bloodshot, and the edge of his solar blade was chipped and bent from the assault.

"I need to hear the planet. I need to know what I’m fighting for." The Song of the Sun They entered the rift. It wasn't a tunnel; it was a cathedral of fire. The sun’s surface was a roiling ocean of white-hot plasma, arches of solar flares reaching out like the fingers of a vengeful god. The ship began to groan. The metal was screaming. But in the center of the bridge, the six infants began to glow. They weren't afraid. To them, the sun wasn't a threat; it was just another frequency. They began to "hum"—a sound that bypassed the air and resonated directly in Leo’s bones.

Then he rises. "The Sun Blade is not a weapon. It is a burden. It consumes whoever wields it. The fire burns from within. Many have tried to use it. All have died." "I am willing to risk it." "Are you? Are you willing to burn for your people?" I meet his gaze. "I have already burned. Many times. What is one more?" He studies me. Then he nods. "Then follow me." The cave is hidden behind a waterfall of ice. We enter, the cold closing in around us. Inside, the walls are covered in ancient runes. In the center, a pedestal. And on the pedestal, a blade of pure sunlight.

It looked at the black sun, then it looked at me. "The Mother is late," the creature said. Its voice was the sound of a forest growing in a single second. Helios raised his lightless spear. "Get back, beast! This is a Sun-Pack harvest!" The Stitcher didn't move. It reached out a single, root-braided finger and touched the air between Helios and me. The platforms of light shattered. Helios and Liora plummeted toward the salt-slurry, their dragon-glass armor clattering against the stone. The giant hawk shrieked and fled toward the grey clouds, leaving its masters in the dirt.