Traces Of The Sun Novel Novels & Stories

" Something in my head stabbed again. My vision went dark for a split second. I clenched my teeth and forced myself through the wave of dizziness. "What’s wrong?" Mom asked, her tone edged with impatience. "Nothing. Motion sickness." "Dramatic." She let out a cold snort. "Just like your father. A grown man who can’t handle a little discomfort." I closed my eyes and swallowed the metallic taste rising in my throat. In my next life, I won’t come back. The drive lasted five hours. By the time we reached Crestview Heights halfway up the mountain, night had completely fallen. The place was brightly lit, yet eerily silent.

By the time they returned to town, the sun had already begun its descent toward the western horizon. Evening wasn't far away. A strong sea breeze swept through the streets, carrying the sharp scent of salt. The two friends walked in comfortable silence toward the mansion of Ki Somanagara near the town square. Then a scream shattered the afternoon. A woman’s scream. High. Terrified. Echoing through the surrounding streets. Wisnumurti and Jaladri stopped instantly. “What was that?” Wisnumurti asked. “Maybe somebody got murdered,” Jaladri replied casually.

Joseph felt the wind knocked out of him as he heard the whistle followed by the loudest sound he's ever heard in all his 16 years under the Tau Ceti sun. A whiz and BOOM. Whiz and BOOM. Explosion after explosion came pummeling down onto them. An unending barrage of terrifying heat and sound and fireball crashed all around them. Joseph covered his face as clods of disturbed earth pelted and rained down on him. His screams were drowned out by the loud thunders. It went on forever. Until it didn't. Then it stopped. He heard nothing afterwards except the constant ringing in his ear.

Crescent nudged her hand, her amber eyes reflecting the sunlight, the grove a sanctuary, the warmth a shared connection. She opened the journal, its pages filled with Lila’s handwriting, the stories of the Dawn Pack’s battles, hunts, and celebrations, her amber eyes scanning the words, her voice a soft recitation, the sunlight illuminating her face, the warmth of the grove a mirror to the love in her heart, the air thick with their shared legacy, the grove a sanctuary, her destiny a radiant light. “The Dawn Pack’s flame burns eternal,” she read, her voice steady, the sunlight dancing in her eyes, the grove a haven, the warmth a shared joy. “And now, it’s my turn to carry it.” She closed the

And a Luna who had birthed a goddess. We walked out of the bunker and into the dawn. The sun was rising over the mountains. The snow was blindingly white, covering the carnage of the night before. Victor held my hand. His skin was still cold. I didn't think he would ever be truly warm again. But as we walked toward the ruins of our lodge, with our daughter between us, I didn't care. He was here. And we were the masters of our own fate.

##Chapter 12 Hearing Her Story Lucian’s POV The sun rays streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the room. The sun's rays danced across the sky, painting the clouds in a warm palette of orange and pink. A beam of sunlight peeked through the branches, casting a golden path on the forest floor. I was in my study room staring at the sun and beautifying the surroundings with the rays. I left the dining room leaving her to finish an unsettled battle on the table.

Shaking off the doubt I was feeling, I turn my gaze toward the window, where I can see sunlight beginning to trickle in. “We should go,” I murmur, stepping forward and preparing to climb out but stopping as the light that begins to touch burns. “What?” I hiss, stumbling backwards. “What was that?” Looking down, I examine the spot that burned to find that there are blisters as if I had been burned. “That…” Slowly, I reach out until my fingertips touch the light and become burned. “Titus,” I gasp, my eyes growing wide. “The sunlight… it…”

My lids feel like they have boulders holding them shut. “Hey, come on, wake up,” Katniss voice grows stronger. “They could be onto us at any moment.” Onto us? Who? Slowly, I peel my eyes open and I am immediately met with the sight of the sun. I groan, squinting my eyes against it as I wonder what is happening because the basement has no window, so where is the sun coming from? Katniss helps me stand up as my vision slowly gets clearer. There are arrows around me, stained with the navy blue of what seems to be my blood. Yet, I do not feel like I am bleeding from anywhere. Besides, with that many arrows, I am sure I would be dead by now.

I was reclined on a low linen lounger beneath the shadow of a silk canopy, the rhythmic crash of the Pacific lulling me into a dangerous state of relaxation. I felt a presence beside me, the scent of expensive cedarwood and salt air announcing him before he spoke. "You're going to burn, Marissa. Your skin was always too stubborn for this much sun." I opened my eyes to find Tristan kneeling in the sand beside my lounger. He held a bottle of high-end sunscreen, his expression uncharacteristically soft. Without waiting for an invitation, he poured a pool of the cool lotion into his palm and began to run it along the length of my arm.

I said to the driver, who quickly helped with bags and dropped them behind his car booth. As I opened the door for Tracia, who gently entered into the car with her big belly, my kind never stopped searching for an answer: who wants to kill my mom? ..."I hope she's still alive." Mom, I'm back, and only three can't be hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth inside my bag."