Battle Through The Heavens Novels & Stories

I hear Winter copying my words and repeating them with her name. Darius stands, staring at me. "Say it!" "Fine. I, King Darius Isaiah Blackthorn of the Celestial Monarchy pack, agree to be rejected by you, Xenia. Athena. Thornblade of the Mooncrest Pack.” Pain spears through me, but it doesn't work. "It didn't work, make him say it." "I can't make him." "Darius! Now. I, Xenia Athena Thornblade of the Mooncrest Pack, reject you, King Darius, Isaiah Blackthorn of the Celestial Monarchy Pack.”

Too much magic surrounded him and he howled deep into the night sky and the sky turned blood red, the goddess his her messenger the moon and gave us no light. The battle was under a moonless sky and the veils were ready to receive a sacrifice to undo what Chester and Uncle Astor had done. The attack was definitely very calculated with the elements of the earth being completely subdued. I saw myself flying over a cliff.

A breath. She forced herself upright, leaning on Zarek and Zevi. She wiped the blood from her face with the back of her hand, her fingers trembling. "We fight," she said hoarsely. "We fight him." A rumble split the night sky—thunder, or perhaps something worse—and in the distance, far beyond the safety of their pack lands, Veyra felt the earth scream as Nyros finished his dark ascension. The true battle had begun. And they were already bleeding.

“I’m so sorry this is the world you were born into.” I prayed then. Prayed harder than I ever had before. To the Moon Goddess. To the stars. To any divine being that would hear me. For peace. For Damian’s safety. For my father and our warriors to return alive. For my son to be spared from whatever wrath was approaching. The seconds stretched into minutes. The minutes felt like hours. And then—I heard it. A loud bang in the distance. Then another. Screams. Howls. Snarling. The unmistakable sound of steel clashing against claws. They were getting closer. The front line had broken.

“Rest now. Both of you. Soon, our true battle will begin.” I looked down at my hands—still faintly glowing—and swallowed hard. Ready. For the first time, I actually believed it. A sudden crack of earth-shattering thunder tore through the clearing—violent enough to rattle the ground beneath our feet. The three of us froze. Even the wind seemed to stop breathing. Then we looked up. And my entire world dropped out from under me. The sky was bleeding. Not just red—bleeding—as if some colossal wound had been carved into the heavens and left to spill out across the clouds. Crimson seeped through the blue, twisting and churning until black veins spider-webbed through it, swallowing the daylight who

It’s the beating of wings, about to be paired with high pitched shrieks from what looks to be a dozen-- no, two dozen, or-- It’s a fucking endless wave of cat-sized, blood-thirsty Striga bursting through that doorway and barreling straight toward us. And I am out of bullets.

The heavens split open above the battlefield. Divine light crashed downward like the wrath of an entire realm while thunder shattered across the mountains hard enough to shake snow from every cliffside. Wolves screamed warnings. Celestial soldiers stumbled backward from the overwhelming force gathering around Elder Vael. Freya looked up just as judgment descended toward her. Time slowed. The light rushing downward felt unbearable. Ancient. Merciless. It carried enough celestial force to erase entire bloodlines. To erase her. Somewhere across the battlefield, Eros roared her name.

"I can't Carrie." My eyes flicked back to his, anger, heat and pain burned between us. "Carrie I have to redo your makeup, buyers will be here soon." I turned to look at the skinner troll, but Ben pulled me into him. His arms wrapped around me, his lips coming up to my ear. "Once we're out of the Swamps we fight the buyer, then we run." He pulled away and I nodded my head a fraction, showing that I got the message. Ben walked back a little, eventually leaving with the trolls in the doorway. I turned back to the handmaidens, letting them dry my cheeks and redo my eyes.

It was the second day of traveling going to Belize. We were mostly making stops to rest the engine for going turbo the whole time. But most importantly, we were taking refresher courses on combat with Skyr. As the General says, training never stops because it is the foundation of mastery. We would even have a few water combats as well, in which Trei would join us to fight off Skyr. But it would mostly end badly for us as long as Byron won’t use his powers on the young former general of Atlantis.

Mission seducing starts. ************************************ How is it ?