A Sacred And Terrible Air Novels & Stories

The earth answered. The thick tentacles came out of the ground and wrapped around the attackers at a frightening speed, bending the branches and breaking like whips, leaving the wolves aside. The fog that clings to the ground rises sharply, thick and tender, obscuring dishonesty and suffocating them with the pungent smell of sacred pines and herbs. Sarah gasped beside her. “By the spirits… Aria, what are you doing?”

The next morning, I woke up well before my alarm. I’d slept with the window cracked, a habit left over from Faerie I can’t seem to break, no matter how many times the cold nights left my bones aching. Some feral part of me still craves the scent of fresh air, and the way it peeled away the staleness of indoor life. In the forests of Faerie where my people are from, the air tastes of wild honey, moss, and amber resin. Here on Earth, the smell of pine needles saturates the air, mixing with the lingering sulfur of the old paper mill that closed down years ago.

VANESSA'S POV The walk back from the sacred grove was unlike any journey I had ever taken. The very air tasted different-cleaner, sweeter, charged with a vitality that made every breath feel like the first. The forest itself seemed to rejoice; leaves shimmered with a deeper green, flowers bloomed with impossible vibrancy, and the very sunlight felt warmer on my skin. The oppressive sorrow that had clung to the land for centuries was gone, replaced by a profound, thrumming peace.

Austin Duville stopped and she stared at Sonya. The sky started becoming full of grey clouds that walked through from west to east to entangle each other and form a bigger cloud to shroud The Sacred Land. The wind carried the mist into The Sacred Land and the mist shielded any sight from outside The Sacred Land just to steal a look at what was happening inside the sacred land. Austin Duville raised her two hands to the sky as she tilted her face to the upcoming storm. “Mother of The Universe…please protect the white wolf blood…and us…the creations that all are intended to be made…the welcoming souls…” she finished her mantra and bent over next to her daughter.

With my fragile body, I quickly fell into a dazed state from lack of oxygen. Then, little by little, it started to feel warm, like a fire burning nearby. I could not help but move toward that warmth. However, there was a voice shouting somewhere, desperate and urgent. Through the haze, I saw a light ahead, and fresh air rushed in. Driven by pure instinct, I crawled toward that light. In that moment, I forgot everything. I forgot that I was supposed to wait for Anthony. I forgot that I was trying to please him. I even forgot about being a good son.

​The velocity of the seventy-third tier was an absolute, shattering deceleration. ​When the diamond type-block hands snapped around Elara’s waist and yanked her through the floor of the uncensored ledger, the boiling crimson sea of the seventy-second layer was violently sheared away. The air didn't taste like iron and fresh bone anymore. Instead it was a really cold air that smelled like crystallized ammonia, crushed sapphire and a deep electric hum of an ancient unique powerful creation. She wasn't being dragged or pushed; she was still at the center of a huge colorful theater where the walls were made of millions of many-faceted diamond columns.

The echoes of distant howls and the clash of weapons reverberated through the air, signaling the escalation of hostilities that tore at the fabric of the supernatural realms. Seraphina, with Adrian's note clutched tightly in her hand, stood on the threshold of the birthing sanctuary. The invincible threads, though resilient, seemed to vibrate with the tremors of conflict that echoed from afar. The birthing sanctuary, once a sanctuary of dreams, now faced the harsh reality of a world torn asunder.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

Severin soared into the air and floated out of the abode into the mid-air. As soon as he stepped out of the abode, the sky above was covered with dark clouds, and thunder and lightning flashing. The sword embryo in his hand seemed to be born with wisdom. In an instant, it flew out of his hand and flew into the sky. When the sword embryo appeared, the sky was immediately covered by thick dark clouds. In an instant, a violent wind rose, giving a suffocating feeling, as if it was ready to destroy the sacred land. The violent thunder resounded like dense drum beats, echoing throughout the sacred land.

She huffs and turns to face me, her eyes darting over my sitting figure and my head starts to hurt with her constant yells and the howls and clapping outside. "Segregare," brows pulled in a line, I snap my fingers and a veil is pulled over us as she sits making us invisible and the noise dies down. (Isolate) "Now, sit, little wolf."