The Faded Sun Trilogy Novels & Stories

--- The Fading Peace When Liora turned sixteen, the peace her ancestors had built began to crack. In distant lands, cities grew hungry for power again. Technology advanced faster than compassion. People began to forget the Flow — not out of malice, but neglect. The Fire Gardens dimmed in some places. The old songs fell silent. Even the moon seemed colder. Liora felt it first. The heartbeat within her chest faltered — not gone, but restless. Something deep within whispered: > It begins again. --- The Choice On the night of her seventeenth year, the Blood Moon rose once more.

On the final day of our graduation trip, an extreme heat wave struck without warning. I was unfortunate enough to suffer heat exhaustion, but my girlfriend, Claire Whitmore, gave all the electrolyte water to her male best friend, Alex Sterling. “You’re usually in good health, and you know first aid. Just drink some bottled water and take a break. “But Alex is different. He’s always been physically weak. If he doesn’t replenish his electrolytes, something could go wrong.” Too dizzy to argue, I had no choice but to ask the other members of our group for help. Instead, they rolled their eyes at me. “Daniel Hayes, there’s a limit to how jealous you can get.” “Claire is just taking extra c

“Clara, I know I failed you. All those years, I was blind. I didn’t see who was truly good to me.” “Bianca... she’s gone. She went back home.” “What does that have to do with me?” He froze. “Whether Bianca leaves or stays is your business,” I said. “It has nothing to do with me.” “Clara...” “I heard about Pierce Group’s recent trouble,” I cut him off. “The banks are calling in loans, partners are pulling funds, and several projects have stopped at the same time. “So why are you really here today? To apologize, or to beg me to save you?”

Third Person The morning sun cast a gentle glow over the Red Moon Pack territory, but for Ethan, the day held a weight that eclipsed the warmth of the sunlight. The events of the previous day, the solemn procession, and the final farewell to his mother, Sena, lingered in the air like a palpable ache. He awoke to the murmur of the pack outside his window. It was a comforting presence on any other day and would have been a source of solace. Today, however, the familiar sounds felt distant, as if the world had shifted into a subdued, mournful melody.

I sat alone on a stone bench in the Sanctuary, my gaze fixed on the empty ceremonial altar. In the moonlight, the statue of the Moon Goddess looked stark and cold. My hand drifted to the nape of my neck. Logan’s mark should have been there, a symbol of our bond, but my skin was bare. The pack healer’s words echoed in my mind: “If the mating bond isn’t completed before the moon is full tomorrow, your wolf spirit will fade completely, and you will die.”

We won't let anything bad happen to you ever again! "Please don't be mad at us anymore, okay?” They kept talking over each other, and it was so noisy that my head started to hurt. I felt annoyed as I looked at them. I tried to roll away in my wheelchair, but Ethan grabbed my hand. He looked at me with teary eyes. "Please don't go, Summer. I can't go through losing you again." Nelson and Jasper blocked my path with their arms wide open. "Come home with us, Summer. We promise we'll never leave you again."

"You brat! You should've told us earlier…" I smiled. Thankfully, everything was now in the past. I looked out the window. A ray of sunlight cascaded through the window pane and showered the window sill with its colors. The golden sunlight glimmered as it reached my eyes.

Everyone in high society whispered that Tristan Webster kept a tame, submissive trophy girlfriend on his arm. That image shattered at a yacht party when a newcomer pointed at me and asked the room, "Wait, isn't she the legendary woman who slept with Tristan's best friends in one night just to get back at him for cheating?" The room fell dead silent. Tristan's childhood friends sat around the poker table, their expressions unreadable. Tristan, however, simply swirled the wine in his glass and lounged against the leather sofa before casually beckoning me over. "Come here." I walked over without a word and lit his cigarette for him. "Sorry, she caused such a scene back then," he said smoo

Carrie loved sunflowers. He still remembered how, back when he wasn't so swamped with research, he used to grow sunflowers in the yard. On sunny afternoons, she'd sit in a lounge chair and read. Sometimes he would rest his head in her lap, and they'd sip tea and admire the blooms together. The other day—he'd been too impulsive. Said too much. But sunflowers were her favorite. She'd forgive him. He was sure of it. But when the door opened, a stranger stood in the doorway.

The baby kicked a strong, confident thump against my ribs. "Then we end this," I finished. "For good." Ashren squeezed my hand. "For the pup," he said. "For the pup," I agreed. The Sun’s Fury hurtled through the void, carrying a dying man, a pregnant queen, and a wolf who had seen too much darkness to ever be afraid of the night again.