Beneath A Marble Sky Novels & Stories

As Andrea's side compliments, thanking fate and destiny for taking her side and making her job easy. Looking at each other with Clay’s smile marking his glee and excitement, Sky is in a dilemma as the world he runs away from comes knocking once more in his life. But for this time, he cannot run away anymore, now that Clay set his eyes on and who will not let him be. “I hate you that I think this is too much, for I probably is falling deeply in love with you.” ----- Aquarius -----

Blair hissed through clenched teeth, shoving forward. Celeste’s grip tightened around Blair’s wrist. “You never had the right to touch it.” She twisted, flipping Blair over her shoulder. The impact cracked the floor. Blair coughed, rolled, and threw a charm stone that burst in a puff of white fire. Celeste shielded her face, the heat licking her arm. Through the smoke, Blair’s smile gleamed, cruel and gleeful. “You think you’re special because you were chosen?” she spat. “You’re nothing but a mistake.”

The sky above the Aethel-Haven was bleeding. The lavender vault had cracked, revealing long, jagged fissures of Chromatic-Aberration (a distortion where light separates into unnatural, glitching colors). Beneath the fracture, Admiral Graves lay pinned to the moss by a shimmering cage of light that Jun had erected, his body a flickering ruin of black static and weeping pixels.

“This is where rogues end up. Black Moon. Jade’s playground.” Silence stretched between us, heavy with shared grief and unspoken losses, broken only by the fire’s soft crackle and pop, and the gentle, rhythmic breathing of Lila as she slept curled in her furs. The flames cast dancing shadows across Mara’s face, highlighting the fine lines etched by years of survival, her warm brown eyes reflecting both sorrow and quiet resolve.

The transition from the lightless depths of the Abyssal Chamber to the surface world was like stepping into a blast furnace, as we emerged from the Maw’s hidden peak, the sky wasn't the deep indigo of a mountain morning, it was a bruised, sickly orange, a sky choked with the ash of the Neutral Zone. Kaelen had begun the burning.

He was getting bored of waiting so he started to scroll through his phone. "Let's go, I am ready," Ella told him while putting her phone in her purse. He lifted his face to see her. She was looking breathtakingly beautiful; it looked like the dress was just made for her. She was wearing a maroon off-shoulder dress that ended a few inches below her knees. She did a loose curl to her long hair and only wore a nude lipstick. Even without makeup she was beautiful. "Something is Missing," he said and went closer to her.

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ MIMO'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 What a freaking bizarre night! Mr. Marble is drunk, and he kisses me out of nowhere. He is a good kisser, and I almost fell into his trap. I hit him with a lamp for him to stop what's he is doing, and I am watching him lying unconsciously on the floor. I wish I didn't kill him because I don't want to be a criminal.

"In and out. And we funnel the diamonds through the Prague route, same as before. Guns go south. Diamonds go east." Silence stretched between us. I could feel him thinking. Calculating. "We'll need new faces," Alessandro said finally. "Our usual crew is too exposed. Too many eyes on them after Madrid." "Fine. Find ghosts," I said. "Men no one can trace." His footsteps stilled. Then: "And the girl?" My fingers paused on the desk. The girl. Marina. The little chef with soft hands and a nervous heartbeat I could hear every time she stood too close.

"The mark?" "Tonight. Before the moon peaks." I looked at the healer. "I want him to feel it. When I cut, I want him to scream." My father's eyes were hard, satisfied. "He will. The severance of a fated bond is not silent. He will feel every slice." --- They brought the brazier at dusk. I sat upright, supported by furs, the pup fluttering inside me like a second heart. The healer handed me a blade—obsidian, black as the moonless sky.

He rarely fought him when he was a kid. They walked in silence as they trod the path of the moon road silently lighted by the white glowing flowers and insects. The ceiling above them appeared like it has a glass ceiling but it was actually made of water. It reflected the clearness of the ink-black night illuminated by the moon. “This moon path is very beautiful,” said Rana admiring the path they walked on. “How I wish I knew this path existed then we could have entered here, Enos.” She said as she looked around and up the sky like they were simply strolling in the village park.