West The Sun From Another Star Novel English Translation นิยาย & เรื่องราว

That night sunny went to their secret place. It was dark but the stars shine brightly from above. As usual, the city's light from afar is such a beautiful view to see at night especially when the stars are everywhere in the night sky. "Jin, I'm leaving tomorrow, I will start my new life, and when I finally can do everything on my own, I will find you no matter what happens. Just wait for me." Sunny mumbles in the air,... She had to think carefully about it, who knows she might see him there because the school she'll be entering is in the heart of euthopia. that's her other reason aside from Xiao xiao,

I glanced at the wind-down window and realized we were passing the border of the Red Moon pack. “See you on the other side of the moon, Hara.“ I soliloquized, gripping the photo even tighter. **** This chapter ends here. If you feel you want to continue reading this novel. You can search for the name on this platform. Once Abused, Now Loved. Thank you and i appreciate for taking your time to read this novel of mind. MB.

-fetched, don't you think?" She said, her skepticism obvious in her voice. Soraya's gaze softened, and she released Seraphine's hand, her fingers trailing like whispers over her skin. "I understand your doubt, truly I do. But there is something else you need to know." "What is it?" Seraphine asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Soraya stood and moved to the corner of the room. There, a big, old book lay on an ancient wooden stand. She opened it with care, the pages crackling under her touch. "This book contains the prophecies foretold by our ancestors, it has been passed down through generations, it's a tale of the Luna and her journey." Seraphine watched as Soraya traced her finger over

I saw the sunflowers in the foundation's courtyard blooming magnificently, golden and bright, like a field of little suns. Just as I had once said: "As long as there is a sun, there is hope." The moment my body completely dissolved into stardust, that ethereal, commanding voice echoed through my soul one last time: "Wren, in this life, you protected your pack with loyalty and unparalleled courage." "In your next life, I grant you a life born to the sun, where you will be reunited with love."

the Red Sun chuckled and swayed in the sky above as though tightening its necktie. “Well, that is pretty simple really. You may not know this, but stars and suns like me observe the earth from afar. The worlds we lord over are merely dead worlds reflective of our authority. They house no living things, neither do they possess their own spirits. Even the plants you see are merely illusions set up by a very brilliant star. Our worlds are dead. As beings that have lived for the longest times, we are incapable of merely watching over dead worlds. We sought entertainment; we sought life. So, we searched all over the galaxy and came across the planet called Earth. It was smaller than most of the p

Behind me, Rome stayed near the entrance, watching quietly. “Do you like this one?” he suddenly asked. I turned slightly. He was pointing toward a specific book resting on one of the nearby shelves. I stepped closer and pulled it out carefully. My eyes widened slightly when I read the title. It was a novel written by Sun the Morning. A love story about the moon and the sun. A quiet memory surfaced inside my mind. I had read this before in my past life. The story had stayed with me for years because of how bittersweet and beautiful it had been.

Not the careful, pleasing smile I wore during our marriage. But the one I had at fifteen, sitting on the swing in the Nelson family garden. Bright. Alive. And suddenly I understand. The rose he crushed till it withered finally left that barren soil. In a foreign land, through wind and rain, it bloomed again on its own. I see his fingers tremble. The cigarette he’s been holding slips from his hand and drops into a puddle, extinguished instantly. In that moment, every bit of forced composure falls away.

It had changed once more. Its crystal no longer held a compass. Or a vision. It held countless tiny lights. Every lantern. Every road. Every friendship. Connected. Alive. Noah closed his journal with a smile. "I think..." he whispered, "...this is where every story truly begins." Above the valley, a new star appeared in the daylight sky. Not replacing the sun. Simply shining beside it. And somewhere, in a distant world no traveler had yet reached... someone looked up at that new star— and, for reasons they could not explain,

For once, that did not feel wrong. Or arrogant. Or heavy. It felt— Right. The stars watched. The Moon smiled, cracked and content. The crescent on Luna’s brow glowed. And the world, slowly, began to spread the story: Of the wolf marked by the stars, who stood at the gate between realms and called no one her master— But answered, willingly, to the howl of her own heart.

* --- **The Aftermath** I wake in the wasteland, the sky whole, the crimson star gone. Ravel sleeps nearby, her face gaunt. The survivors are silent, their eyes clear. But the static is quiet. *Gone.* Nessa's voice lingers in the wind: **"You're welcome."** --- **The Horizon** At dusk, a new star ignites-emerald, silent, watching. Ravel stirs, her hand finding mine. "What now?" I stare at the fresh scar on my palm-a spiral-and-thorns, glowing gold. **"We keep fighting."**