West The Sun From Another Star Novel English Translation Novels & Stories

“Thanks West, but please put me down I feel fine. Hell, I feel more then fine so everyone needs to stop staring at me like I’m a broken alien from Jupiter.” “Ahhh babe if you’re an Alien from anywhere it’s the sun! Look at your skin, it’s literally glowing that’s why were staring at you, you weirdo.” Jennifer begins laughing,” only my sister would get Royal powers and comment on us staring at her because she thinks she’s broken. Totally couldn’t be because she’s glowing like freakin firefly.” She shakes her head at me as she settles into Beta Andrew’s embrace as a large smile stretches across his face.

Chapter Six West The sun shone down brightly, and I wiped off the sweat on my forehead for the umpteenth time. Right beside me, Guilia was speaking rapid Italian, too fast for me to understand. She gestured at my head, and touched her wide brimmed heart, while saying, “Your head, sun.” I'd declined her offer of giving me a hat, and I wish I hadn't. I smiled at her, and turned to look at the buds on the vines.

Smirk sharp as shattered crystal. “Didn’t I give you one just as grand last week? What’s there to envy?” His fingers tightened on her waist, backing her against the wrought-iron pergola draped in jasmine. “Play your part. Don’t slip around Lena. Everything she has? You’ll have it too.” Now I remember. Five nights ago, crimson meteors streaked across New York’s southern skyline, a blood-magic spectacle. He’d texted: “Clan emergency. Working late.”

" 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.

"I’m going to give you everything. Every bit of light I have. Don't you dare die on me." “It will… kill you…” He groaned in my mind. "Let it," I said. I closed my eyes and visualized the golden thread. I saw it winding around my heart, glowing and warm. I began to unspool it. I pushed the light out through my fingertips and into Alaric’s stone chest. It hurt. It felt like my veins were being filled with boiling water. My skin began to glow, and I felt my strength leaving me. My hair, once dark, began to turn white as snow at the tips.

500 years after the rest. Luna’s Heart had a name now. Not just Luna’s Heart. *Luna’s Bed*. Wolves would climb the hill and see it. Low. Pink. Resting on clouds. Sometimes it pulsed. Sometimes it was still. Always there. Travelers from the far West came. The ones who had forgotten everything. They saw Luna’s Bed and cried. “We thought the sky was angry,” they said. “It’s not angry,” Eli told them. He was old now. 600.

The evening air was cool and clean, carrying the scent of wildflowers and new grass. Aria stepped forward with the urn. Lira stood beside her, Ronan's letter tucked against her heart. The western wolves began to hum — a melody different from the eastern dirge, lighter, almost hopeful, a song of transition rather than mourning. The notes rose into the darkening sky, and one by one, the stars began to appear.

Maybe even more so, since I'm no longer an aspiring Luna, but a real Luna. "Wow, I didn't realize there was a law like this that should be applied to criminals," I muttered softly. I turned my head briefly to look out the window. The glittering stars had now been replaced by a bright, fiery light. I put down the thick book covering blackened eye sockets that were visible. "I didn't realize that the sun had drifted so high. Time seemed to fly by for me." My gaze fell on the books that were still piled high waiting in line.

Helena asked, curious to know what he would say. Bruno approached Helena slowly, their faces now just inches apart, and said with a smile, "The faith of the day is to kiss you." Without waiting any longer, he kissed her passionately, and at the exact moment their lips touched, more shooting stars streaked across the sky as if witnessing this special moment. Helena's heart raced as their hands intertwined, making the moment even more magical. They remained lying side by side, gazing up at the stars as they slowly filled the sky, exchanging smiles and caresses. The shooting stars continued to fall throughout the night, bearing witness to the love blossoming between them, a love that seemed to

Ella A fine layer of mist covers the ground as I follow Commander Westfall down a steep embankment. Pockets of loose shale give way beside me, tumbling to the ground and shattering like glass. I pull my cloak tighter, grimacing as my feet slip and slide over the uneven ground. The sun hasn’t risen yet. Stars shine bright above us, the only light to be found. “We’re almost there,” he says gruffly. “Well,” I say tartly, glaring at the back of his big, fat head. “Those are the first words you’ve said to me in a kind tone since you died.”