Alderamin On The Sky Novels & Stories

Her golden eyes were fixed on the sky. Alina followed her gaze. She noticed it. A tiny black dot. High above the Archive. Moving very fast. The dot crossed the sky in seconds. Then disappeared. Alina frowned. "What was that?" Nobody answered. Then a second black dot appeared. Then a third. Then dozens. Tiny shadows raced through the sky between the drifting silver symbols. Evelyn's expression immediately darkened. "No." Aria looked genuinely annoyed. "Of course." Alina folded her arms. "Would anybody like to explain?"

Alesteria's eyes landed on the flowers and they were all different, from their sizes and shapes down to their colors, but Aldrich is saying that she likes them all. 'Maybe he thought I like them all because I accepted all the flowers, he had given me.' She thought, her eyes still on the flowers. Aldrich smiled and proceeded to lay the flowers beside Alesteria, almost blocking her view, when Aimilios quickly bundled them up and placed them on the side. "Can't you see Ales is busy staring at the sky? Tsk. Are you trying to ruin her trip here?" Although the words were harsh, Aldrich paid no attention to it and pouted.

"What is your realm like?" Adelle ushers me out onto a large balcony and I look up into the sky. The sun is setting and casting an orangish hue over the sky. As the sun sets slowly beneath the mountains that are off in the distance two moons are hanging low in the sky. One large and one small. I can barely catch my breath as I look at the beauty that is in front of me. My eyes search the sky and smile as beautiful stars begin to twinkle brightly in the sky. Small fiery creatures zip through the air leaving a trail of sparkles behind them as they fly.

she muttered. The next minute, Zayden’s hands were on her waist, firm but not overbearing, pulling her into the rhythm of the music. Her own arms lifted, almost reluctantly, wrapping around his neck. The proximity made her pulse spike, she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d let anyone hold her like this. “Astrid,” Zayden said with a sudden softness, leaning close enough for only her to hear. “You have beautiful eyes.” “It’s Trudy,” she shot back quickly, her voice defensive. “Nobody calls me Astrid. And those lines won’t work on me, you'd have to try harder.”

THE SKY LOOKED SOMETHING LIKE the early hours of dawn—not bright, not dark. Red clouds gathered in clusters over the horizon to the left, and a grey outline of the sun and moon hung up high in the sky side by side with a soft sliver glow. Everywhere as far as my eyes could see looked the same, bare and plain under the soft shadow of light, and the ground where we stood was as dark as night and soft, giving off a feeling of standing afloat on air.

Dusk bled across the sky as Leander and Skye emerged from Bracerose’s dense green maze into Turry Pass, painting the sky in molten orange and violet as its last rays slipped between the towering evergreens. Another half hour of hard riding and night had claimed the forest, stars pricking the darkening canopy. Hooves clattered to a stop outside a ramshackle inn that looked one storm away from collapse—roof sagging, windows fogged with grime, a crooked sign swinging above the door

An aurora borealis flashed overhead, the lights blazing in the silent sky, moving in great swaying bands of colour like a living organism. Footsteps filled the cockpit as Kedrick and Alyx entered together. Joining Martin and I, they stood to my right, silent as the grave. Together we stared at the sky, watching the beauty created by destruction. Behind me, a door slid open and Dan waddled through, leaning on a makeshift crutch fashioned from spare parts. "Damn," he whispered. "Yeah," I responded. Nothing else had to be said. As this beautiful display of power faded back into the night, a burning line of fire traced its way down through the sky, splitting it like a curtain in a blaze of orang

5:46 AM — Sector G, Skyrest Outpost The wind was hushed this morning. It wasn't absent—simply stilled, like it had folded itself in respect. Elira stood atop the raised railing of Skyrest, where horizon met ridge of boundary. She observed the demarcation where blue bled into morning. Caelan was at her side, arms resting on the railing, his breath visible in the chill. "Doesn't feel like it's stopping," he said.

Sky was trying to hang her with all of the collaborators of the councils, but the Crimsonite pleaded to her, and all she got was a house arrest for the rest of her life, she will be transferred tomorrow, with all of the witnesses, somehow, she managed to make a connection with the berserkers. “This is what happened when you underestimated me, our Luna.” As she mocked Sky by her new title. Amanda then glanced at Max, “Max, put her into the bed and I want you to rape her in front of me!” Max was so surprised by Amanda’s command, with his deep voice of the berserker, that he asked for the sanity of the woman, although he was the one with the drugs in his system. “Amanda, that wasn’t our agreeme

A voice boomed from the sky, a sound that made the ice beneath them crack. "THE RECKONING IS OFFLINE. THE D******D BEGINS NOW." Aradaa grabbed Kaelor’s hand, his grip tight enough to bruise. He looked up at the shadow in the sky, his resonance burning hot enough to melt the snow around his boots. "Let them come," Aradaa whispered.