Ashy Sky Novels & Stories

The sky was falling. Neither rain nor snow, but something more dire. Black shards dropped through a sereg of blue sky, flawless and deadly as they blanketed all things—the tents, the arms, the upturned faces of her people. Ash. It blanketed the world in mortuary gray and transformed their haven into something from a horror. "There are no fires," the pack's elder, Elena, replied softly. She stretched out her hand to catch the snow falling from the sky and winced as it dissolved on her skin. "Where is this coming from?"

You seem like someone who has spent too much time chasing their destiny. A tiny smile tightened her lips, but she remained silent. Now their issues were more serious. The sharp peaks of the Ashen Spires towered in the distance as she looked beyond the horizon. As though sensing her uncertainty, the shard pulsed softly in her backpack. As the sun began to set, the sky turned scarlet and amber, and they paused to rest. Zara discovered a safe haven behind a crooked tree, its twisted branches extending like skeletal fingers into the darker sky.

˙❥ VALKYRIE Our feet dug into the damp earth as we plunged deeper into the forest. Our footsteps were hushed on stones and tall grasses. “You are sure we won't be caught?” My voice came out shaky. Almost trembling. “Yeah. This is where Azi takes her training.” Skye gave me a brief glance. He was ahead, his body snatched and fit within his slightly-tight warrior coat. He moved seamlessly, like he didn't have two Omegas trailing behind him, who might be punished if caught.

They both stare at the city, the silent envelope of the atmosphere with only the sound of the breeze flapping in their ears. " I think it will be raining today," Ashley said under her breath. "No it won't, it's just breezy" Anton corrects. Ashley didn't expect him to respond but he did anyways, she nods. "What do you like about the night sky? "Anton asked, turning to her. Ashley couldn't think of a precise reason why she likes staring at the night sky but she remembers she start gazing at the night sky when life decided to deal with her mercilessly.

spoke with both palms up and when I obeyed and put my hands on yours, an icy wind passed through my body and Asra’s forehead glued to mine. Her eyes shone, shone brightly and a picture took my mind. It was blue. Deep blue and bright spots spread everywhere. The crescent moon shone among all those dots and the deep blue was like endless immensity. Stars -, I get it. Those were stars. Bright stars in an ancient sky, a sky before Callisto, Asra and the Apocalypse that had happened. I took a deep breath and could almost feel the cold air of that night in my lungs. Asra had shown me a beautiful starry sky.

Morga whispered, dropping the scroll as she fell to her knees. Ash lunged for the balcony railing, his eyes scanning the horizon. Far to the north, beyond the Silverfang Valley, the black disc of the sun began to crack. But it wasn't white light that bled through the fissures. It was a thick, oily darkness that moved with a sickening, liquid grace. The sky didn't turn blue; it turned a bruised, bleeding red.

KYLA POV The sky cracked open just before dawn. One moment, there was only silence—the kind that coils around your spine and whispers that something is wrong. The next, a jagged slash of fire ripped through the heavy stormclouds like the heavens themselves had been torn in two. And then… it rained. But not water. Not cleansing. It rained ash. Thick, black, stinking ash that fell in slow spirals like death’s confetti, coating every stone, every blade, every inch of bare skin. It clung to my lashes. It filled my mouth with the taste of charred bone and ancient curses.

She knew what her big sister's answer to that question will be. Once Xasha flew through the forcefield, separating the hurricane territory he called Verra. While inside the Hurricane territory it's impossible to use Ecko as the air particles were too volatile, and sound particles can't travel unobstructed. "Yes, Ash. Are you fine, are you okay? What happened to you?" "Long story, I'm on my way to the Sky Habitat, gather the troops and prepare to move out before sundown," He then called Megan and ensured that she was not worried about him, then increased his speed.

Because Mercy’s bound in the dungeon and the story flipped. The sky splits. Not cloud. Not jet. Girl. Maybe fourteen. Maybe older. Hard to tell when she rides lightning. She drops from the clouds wreathed in white fire that isn’t fire, hits the ground fifty yards out, and the earth craters. She stands. Barefoot. Shaved head. Eyes like storm glass. No burn marks. No smoke. The ground around her turns to glass and stays glass. Vessel Three. “Mother,” Ash breathes beside me. She doesn’t mean me. She means the Tree. “That’s Sky.”

"Hello, where are you?" Vicky, wake up, it's time!' Ashley exclaimed atharotatively, as they embarked on their evening stroll under the full moon. The lunar glow danced across the sky, peeking through wispy clouds like a celestial showcase. Ashley's mahogany hair flowed in the gentle breeze at night, harmonizing with the midnight dark blue sky.