The Faded Sun Trilogy Novels & Stories

The last shred of hope I'd been holding onto was crushed with that final call. Once, Ethan had abandoned me for wedding photos, and now, he'd left me alone for their child. He'd promised he'd never leave me behind, but the truth was, he would always leave me for someone else. With that, I stopped running and watched as the man drew closer. Right as he lunged, someone yanked me back. A tall, broad figure stepped in front of me and chided in a solemn voice, "You didn't get enough time in prison, did you? I'll gladly send you back."

The haze of anger clouding her mind finally started to lift. Isla stared at her calm reflection. She then started ripping apart the entire stack of love letters. Then, she started burning them. Finally, she flushed them down the drain. … The club, which had been dormant for some time, suddenly announced a meetup over the weekend. Isla decided to attend as she needed to submit her club withdrawal application. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Emmett, who never attended such activities, unexpectedly there. She pretended not to notice him and kept her gaze straight. She sat in a corner alone.

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

Elara The Sanctum is silent now. Silent in the way graveyards are silent—thick, suffocating, too full of ghosts. I walk through the molten wreckage of my throne room barefoot, flames curling between my toes, each step a whisper of sunfire. The Heliosworn have gone to their war. The High Council scatters like ash on the wind, whispering prayers to gods that no longer hear them. And I… I burn. The Solarion pulses beneath the world like a heart that does not belong to me—yet somehow is mine.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

My love had been a shadow, never seeing light. This time, I'd let go of futile affection. That night, I went downstairs to get water from the fridge. A hand suddenly grabbed the door, and Nathan loomed in the shadows, studying me. "What game are you playing this time?" he asked. I grabbed a bottle, unfazed. "So, you are reborn. But you're wrong. I'm not interested in any of you. I just want my own life." He scoffed, eyeing the necklace on my neck. "Not interested? Then why wear that?"

It's not transparent in this light, but the sun will light it up once we're outside, making the beautiful fabrics transparent for all to see. When we're dressed, the moderators herd us through the crumbling building like animals, poking us with the hard tips of their guns. Beside me, Thirteen gasps and stumbles over a rogue floorboard. I reach out and grip the band of fabric that flows freely from the back of her dress. Her weight yanks me forward, too, and I make a tight noise in my chest as we both crash to the dusty floor. "Get up!" Soyer yells, his voice gravelly and punishing.

A few minutes later, Joachim came out of the manor. Scarlett looked at him silently. Suddenly, she raised her hand, showing him the bracelet around her wrist. "You personally made this bracelet for me. But I just realized that the colors have already faded away. "Joachim, tell me, do you think your love for me will also fade away?" "Definitely not!" Joachim answered at once. His eyes were sincere as he held Scarlett's hand in his and kissed the back of it as wholeheartedly as he could. "My love for you will only grow day by day."

I asked loudly but didn't get any response from him, so I just decided to read what was written on it. "Darkness, blood, and death will soon invade our world. Flamis, Glaciers, Baylans, and of all tribes are in danger. Only the Fated Savior can save us all! Born in a forbidden love but was blessed with four great guardians as protectors. We must find her!" I shifted my gaze back at Cool after reading the page containing their so-called 'prophecy'. "So, how does this explain everything?" I asked with a doubtful look. "Simple. You are the Fated Savior and I am one of your guardians. Do I need to tell more?" He answered with a cold expression.

The false ridge shattered around me like glass, and I was back on the true one, gasping, Kieran's arms already catching me before my knees fully gave out, his heartbeat pounding hard enough against my ear that I could count it, Wren's sealed page burning down to ash between her fingers, the old ink gone entirely dark and cold, the last curling wisp of smoke drifting up into a sky that had finally begun turning gold at its edges. Dorian sagged against Sable, breathing hard, alive, present, entirely his own, his eyes clear for the first time since Sable had woken us all what felt like a lifetime ago. "It's retreating," Wren said, disbelief threading through her exhaustion, staring down at the