The Faded Sun Trilogy Novels & Stories

I had known from a young age that I wasn't the Blackwood family's biological daughter. So I knew that I wasn't worthy of being compared with Claire Blackwood in any way. I had only gotten her doll dirty while cleaning the room, yet Mom punished me by locking me out in the rain all night. When Claire blinded one of my eyes with a laser pointer, however, Mom protected her instead. “Your sister didn't mean to do it. She was just playing around.” After I lost sight in my right eye, Claire showed me a triumphant smile. “Who told you to enter our lives in the first place? You deserve it.” They all said I was an outsider. So for eighteen years, no matter how hard I tried or how desperately

In my previous life, my boyfriend's female best friend, Yvette Larson, decided to play a cruel prank on the firefighters with a few of her friends. They deliberately set off the fire alarm in our apartment complex and filled one of the rooms with smoke. "When the fire trucks get here, we'll hide and film them scrambling around trying to rescue everyone. This is going to go viral!" I did everything I could to stop them. I warned Yvette that they were wasting emergency resources and could even cause a stampede. However, she called me a buzzkill, and my boyfriend accused me of sticking my nose where it did not belong. Hence, I secretly called the property management office and tipped them of

“Try harder.” He nodded. “I will. But hear something you do not want.” “Speak.” “The Sun is not merely light. It is forgetting. When it descends upon a thing it means to keep—” He exhaled. “It burns the shadows out of memory.” My heart did a slow, unhelpful thing. “No.” “I’ve seen it in scraps. Old wars. Stolen priestesses. They come back speaking a name that isn’t theirs. Or not at all.”

The retreat of the Sun-Eaters had left behind a world that felt fundamentally broken. As I stood on the ramparts, leaning heavily into Silas’s warmth, I looked out over the valley. The snow, once a pristine and sparkling white, was gone. In its place was a thick, suffocating layer of pale grey ash—the remains of the ancient forest and the pulverized spirits of the Council’s ritual. It looked like a graveyard of a world that had forgotten how to breathe.

in the North finding peace in the warmth of the new bronze cities. But the cost was high. As the Loom reached its apex, the Guardian’s armor shattered, revealing the withered, ancient man inside who had been keeping the world divided for a thousand years. He turned to dust as the first "True Sun"—a sun of gold, violet, and amber—rose over the West. The chapter ends with the Great Engine emerging from the Cathedral, no longer a soot-stained crawler, but a Vessel of the Union. It was beautiful, terrifying, and new.

Travian sank to his knees, the light of his wings fading into embers. “Hey,” he whispered, shaking him gently. “Stay with me, you hear me? We’re not done yet.” Soren’s lips curved into a trembling smile. “You… always say that…” Travian pressed his forehead to his. “Because I always mean it.” Above them, the sky shimmered — no longer wounded, no longer whole. But alive. And in its depths, the new dawn rose — not gold or violet, but a hue no god had ever named, born of everything they had been and everything they had broken.

They were glowing with a green light. "The Sun has returned to the Citadel, " Thorne said. His voice echoed. "Just in time for the eclipse." Elara looked down at her dying brother, at the locked doors then at the corrupted Alpha walking toward her. She was trapped in the point of the world. Her pack was being marched toward extinction.. The enemy was not at the gates. They were already on the thrones. At that moment, the sun touched the horizon. At sunset, the sky began to turn a bruised unnatural black.

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.

In the rain-soaked night, two weary souls finally learned to lay their past to rest in silence. - The next day, on his flight home, Ian sat by the window, absentmindedly rubbing the old cassette in his pocket. It was now his most treasured possession. As the rising sun pierced through the clouds, its golden light spilled across his face. For the first time in a long while, he slept peacefully. After returning, Ian never told Zachary where Selena was no matter how many times he asked. As for Vanessa, she had been beaten up and thrown out of the house by Zachary. However, in name, she was still his adopted daughter. Like a parasite, she remained a presence that could never truly be shaken off.

“Their bond is sealed in blood and silver.” ​“Bonds can be broken,” Julian said, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. “Especially when the partners find themselves in bodies they no longer recognize. Cassian is a man of shadows now. He will eventually grow cold and distant. Winifred is a woman of fire. She will crave the heat. She will crave the sun. And I am the Sun.”