Novel & Cerita Against The Sky Supreme

Lying on the softest sheets of the palace bed, I sighed in silence, my eyes were wide open, completely sleepless, staring at the high vaulted ceiling painted with silver moons and wolves. The sheets were impossibly soft, the pillow laced with lavender, and yet I couldn’t settle. My chest ached like something was missing… I glanced at the back of my mind; Dravara was awake as well, leaning leisurely against my mind. ‘You seem too quiet…’ I muttered. She hadn’t spoken much after I was sort of forced to obey the command of the Alpha Supreme. ‘What do you want me to say?’ She raised a brow. Her tone was clipped with strange tranquillity. ‘We may disagree with the Supreme occasionally and challen

However, they gathered around before dispersing without touching my body. The sky burial practitioners were surprised by this. "The vultures aren't eating the corpse!" They exchanged looks. "Only those who have committed evil deeds are forsaken by the vultures during a sky burial." I looked at the vultures who hovered, unwilling to leave yet also not eating my corpse. A bitter smile painted my lips. It seemed Gideon had been right all along. I was an evil person who didn't even deserve to have a sky burial. The sky burial practitioners looked at my body, feeling distressed. Gideon said helplessly, "Let's collect the corpse and contact her family to pick her up. Since she's an Emperian, she c

She lay there a long time, wide awake, some warm, steady light burning inside her chest—like a lamp you leave on for someone coming home. — What happened next wasn’t a storm. If anything, it was the opposite. The weather finally settled; the sky clearing after relentless rain, stretching out and reminding them it could be bigger than they'd remembered. He started bringing her tea every morning. She stopped pretending the way he corrected her sword forms didn’t make her heart race. Their arguments got easier, almost companionable—wrapped in the new understanding that fighting with him was just another way to be close.

Cerise thinks, Desperate to see her only star among the red, dark sky. The morning comes, and the sky remains blood-colored. Joy-I weeps like a child, far from the mature image she always puts on. Yzander and the doctor stood at the corner, as suspicious as ever. Halo and Nicholas struggle to keep sleeping, as the murmurs and crying stop them from doing so.

The sky had indeed turned incredibly dark and overcast, but the first drops of rain hadn't even begun to fall yet. "No need," I said calmly. "I brought my own." I reached into my bag and pulled out a standard, lightweight black compact umbrella. It was entirely ordinary and practical. Tristan’s hand froze mid-air. As the automatic window rolled up, sealing the space between us, the very first drop of rainwater splashed against the glass pane. Tristan remained standing right there on the curb, holding up a brand new, luxury umbrella that nobody was ever going to accept.

It had a crack running through it, the kind of laugh people used when they were trying to convince themselves of something more than anyone else in the room. "Supreme Alpha?" She pressed a hand to her chest, shaking her head like the very idea was beneath her. "Oh, sweetheart, no. Absolutely not." Cassandra recovered fast, latching onto her mother's certainty like a life raft. "Yeah, right. The Supreme Alpha, standing on this street, in front of this house?" She gestured at the cracked driveway, the sagging gutter Dad had never gotten around to fixing, like the setting itself disproved the entire theory. "Please."

Sky was narcissistic and arrogant. He ascended the Sixth Stair of the Skyward Stairway and was the closest one among everyone present to becoming a ninth-rank grandmaster. Thomas was the only person on par with him. The others were no match for him. If it were not for Thomas restraining him, everyone present would be unable to beat him, even with their combined might. Sky fought fiercely against three opponents—Donovan, Tanner, and Simon. Meanwhile, Thomas was also locked in battle against two opponents—Maha of the Sylvan Sect and Waylon, the owner of Divine Sword Villa.

The dark skies became a depressing sight to see. Inside the building of Great Sky Group’s headquarters, the Six Directors were either smoking cigars or drinking coffee on the sofas. Sky Sullivan was standing in front of the large french windows, observing the dark clouds. His mood was currently unpleasant. After a while, Sky finally asked, “How did Clemence lose?” Standing behind him were James Martin and Jason Garcia. James was a brute who only knew how to practice martial arts, so questions like these gave him a hard time. It was Jason who answered, “When Tyr Summers fought Clemence, he held back from the start. With his true strength, he might even be able to defeat three Clemences. Of co