Against The Sky Supreme の小説・ストーリー

The sky above Jakarta didn't just leak; it collapsed. Thunder rolled across the horizon like a barrage of heavy artillery, shaking the very foundations of the mansion. For Sari, the violence of the weather was a blessing. She stood at the heavy iron servant’s door, her hand hovering over the latch. Rain lashed against the wood, the sound a deafening roar that masked the frantic thudding of her heart. "Now or never," she hissed to herself. "Move, Sari. Move!"

With those words, all three Supreme Grandmasters exerted their full strength, unleashing their ultimate techniques and attacking Sebastian with all their might. Sebastian watched the three Supreme Grandmasters coming at him and shook his head coldly. "Let me show you the strength of a Celestial," Sebastian said calmly. As his words fell, Sebastian raised one hand high as if holding up the sky. He clenched his fist and shouted, "Thunder Strike!" Above, the sky filled with dark clouds, and thunder rolled ominously. Bolts of lightning descended in an instant, striking the hotel building, piercing through its roof, and crashing down upon the three Supreme Grandmasters who had hurriedly looked up

No add-ons or upgrades were needed because he was already special to me. Sky is the only one for me.

“Who are you?” “Put your clothes on and leave before I kill you,” Sky says. Her voice doesn’t shake. “Stay away from me, Lamen. I don’t want you as a mate. If you come after me again, I’ll wipe you out, and every other member of the Silver Moon Pack who tries. Now run and tell them. You coward.” He scrambles into his clothes, hands shaking. The channel Sky opened snaps shut. I tense, ready in case he’s stupid enough to strike her. He doesn’t. He yanks his pants up and runs, glancing back like he can’t believe what just happened.

I was still staring at my phone, thumb hovering over our last text thread, a small smile pulling at my mouth, when Victor shoved his screen in my face. “Bro. Your girl’s out here begging to get her old job back.” I blinked, focus shifting to the headline glaring up at me. “She’s Back in the Mask… Is Sky Morgan Pleading for Her Old Club to Take Her Back Ahead of the Big Match? Will They Even Consider It?” Photos loaded beneath the text and shots from outside Levi’s training center. Sky walked out, mask pulled down, chin high, ignoring the phones pointed at her. Anger hit fast and low in my gut, why the fuck was she there and she didn’t even tell me?

He had his reasons though. What would he look like now? Sky blinked, it was starting to be inefficacious to breathe properly. Would he still wear his own heart? Sky sat up straight, his head throbbing painfully. Does he still care about him? Questions without answers flooded his mind but strangely enough, Sky found his heart heating up to the thoughts of seeing Fanny again. He jumped off the bed and strolled towards the mirror. Once Sky was face to face with his reflection in the mirror, he took his shirt off and scrutinized his tanned chest as it glistered with the warm evening sun that had just shone through the window blinds. Sky had worked so hard over the years to build his body to the

As expected, the huge arena was not enough to house all the excited spectators, as some were provided with floating anti-gravity seats to watch from outside the large arena. Being a team that qualified for the finals, the United States team was not that much worse than their counterparts, the Microsoft Empire team. The fight was fierce, as the United States team was able to drag the fight for over an hour. Their Captain, Black King Kong was able to display his strength more openly here in the finals stage. With his 2 sharp sabers, he was able to eliminate an opponent while heavily injuring another. Despite his fierce momentum, the great World Destroyer eventually halted him.

Drax, made from wild fungi and ethanol, was banned within the city limits but could be legally purchased and consumed in the Drock. Mother’s message was particularly relevant today, as my age now permitted me entry. Her second message was not to take unnecessary risks on the ice peaks I planned to climb, a message she knew I always ignored. The third was one I had received continually since my early childhood: “Skye, do not, under any circumstances, exercise your powers and bring attention to yourself.” I had asked why many times, only to receive the same answer. “Because I forbid it.” Or, as I grew older, “Because we have a special ability that can be dangerous and must be concealed.”

The bag had been with him for years, and I knew every compartment better than he did. When I unzipped the innermost pocket, my fingers brushed a small velvet box. It wasn't his. Inside was a custom solo wings pin, with an engraving on the back. "For Lark's first solo." Beneath the words was a date. Three days ago. Under the pin sat a flight school tuition receipt. The payer was Ethan. The student was Skyler Hayes. Below that was a printed photograph. Skyler was in the left seat of a small training aircraft, her hand on the control yoke. Ethan sat on the right, his black-gloved hand resting over hers, his head tilted slightly toward her.

I took off for the wild yonder, gazing up at the Milky Way sprawled across the night sky. It was my son's dream. He was a stargazer, an astronomy buff since he was knee-high. On his birthday, he saw his first meteor shower in the wild. Tragically, that same night became his last. I was determined to make his dream come true. The divorce papers, signed by Elias, landed in my mailbox. Maybe it was guilt, but he rewrote the terms, leaving me with a lion's share of our assets. I took it all without batting an eye.