Novel & Cerita Alex Blair Heaven Pov

Of all people, of all times—why now? Abigail’s eyes swept over the scene with an air of superiority before she made her way over. Sky’s breath hitched. She could feel Xavier’s presence beside her, still focused on his laptop, seemingly oblivious to the brewing storm. But Sky wasn’t oblivious. She could feel Abigail’s energy, sharp and dangerous, slicing through the air as she approached.

A cool air of damp limestone and old iron whizzes past Heaven’s nose, and—due to the silence within the vicinity—she suspects there may be fewer or no souls living around the area. Glancing up, there aren’t any electric wire crossings either, which means Ziason wasn’t kidding when he told her to forfeit her phone. He really was bringing her to an uncivilized area. “Just out of curiosity, Mr. Father,” Heaven starts while jogging to catch up with Ziason’s long strides, “would I be allowed the liberty to use a TV, at least? I cant be dancing everyday all year long, and I’ll certainly grow bored.” The guy doesn’t respond. Instead, he pushes open the heavy, iron, double doors of the tower that us

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as the question echoed unanswered. Above, the heavens remained fractured, the jagged split in the sky visible only to those cursed to perceive it. Victor could see it clearly, the unsettling rupture that tore across the clouds like a scar. It was a sight that defied reason, a glimpse into the realms beyond that few could endure without losing their sanity. Those attuned to the demonic pathways—Victor, Saoirse, and others like them—were bound to its haunting presence, a grim reminder of the chaos lurking just beyond the veil.

Caleb told him. The guy disappeared again and Alaina heard the car start up and drive away. She continued to watch Caleb, he disappeared and she climbed down lower on the tree so she could get a better view. She watched him grab a bottle of bourbon and start to drink. He took the bottle upstairs to his bedroom and she watched him as he opened the door that led from his room to his balcony.

Ryan exhaled slowly. “Is it over?” he asked. The main screen flickered back on. No global maps. No missiles. Just a hospital feed. The same private facility. The newborn. Crying. Alive. Unharmed. Caleb stood beside the bassinet again. But this time— He wasn’t smiling. He was looking at something off-camera. Fear in his eyes. The camera shifted slightly. Revealing the hospital door. Bent inward. Like something had forced its way through.

Adam's POV I don’t even hear my own footsteps. I just ran, my heart almost bursting out of my chest. It's just the way you feel on those days when your prayer becomes a reality. The safehouse door opens before I can knock, and Ryan steps aside. My eyes go straight past him. Blair is sitting in one of the couches in Ryan's motel room. Her hair looked messy, dirt was on her face, she looked smaller and those eyes? They were tired.

Noah's POV I couldn't see the birds anymore. I couldn't even see the sun. I could only see blurry faces, bearing down on me with condescending expressions. The lightness in my head made it feel like my brain had turned into clouds. My eyes tried to make sense of the images before me, but they all looked blurry and unfocused. I blinked hard, confused and lost, trying to make the image of heads that poked out from all sides and above me become less vague. I had to know whether I was in a healers house or in Heaven. Where these people, or angels?

**Blake's POV** The footage played on every screen in Mount Sinai's waiting room—security cameras from three different news helicopters capturing the moment Aloe fell from that window. Twenty feet of empty space, then impact with unforgiving stone. I'd watched it seventeen times since arriving at the hospital six hours ago. Each viewing was like taking a knife to the chest, but I couldn't stop myself from seeing it again and again. She'd jumped rather than let them take her to Switzerland.