Beyond The Skies Novels & Stories

“Don’t faint on me.” “I won’t—” Another tremor shook the platform. The sky flickered—blue, then black, then a violent crack across the horizon. Seraphine screamed. “THE SKY IS RIPPING!” Eryx pulled her back. “Stay behind me.” The transport prepared for takeoff hummed with potent luminousness, its shield flaring against the growing distortion. A Solaris technician yelled, “Princess Alessia! The air route to Noctis territory is unstable—you’ll need to enter through the high atmosphere!”

"Our workers are all experts who have been working in this kind of business for so many years already. We have a lot of experience on the line and if you look at our benefits..." I waved my hand, stopping him. "About the experienced issue, did you hear about the Skycom investment company that went bankrupt two months ago?" I asked, and his smile froze. "I'm sure your workers can't be as experienced as the workers there, and they still went under," I added.

Bella's POV The thick scent of the smoke filled the air. The burning boat smoldering in the waters as we all watched, tears dripping down our cheeks. The smoke travelled deep into the sky, thick with grief and pain. The loss of one, the weight of the pain, the weight of being the savior of the world, just so overwhelming. My chest is locked with untold pain.

Chapter 16— Dark Zander Seated comfortably in the Hawthorne family estate main garden Delia had shown her, a few days later, in a deep blue colored boyfriend Jean and a tank top that had come with a tag, a very expensive tag among the expensive tagged clothes she had gotten.

Every instinct screams at me to turn back to the safety of the bridge. The canopies of the remaining pods suddenly open, exposing my companions still in hibernation, utterly unaware of the impending danger. The monitors have either malfunctioned, or this is a safety device. I force myself not to panic as my breathing becomes labored from the lack of oxygen. I have almost reached Beth. She stares up at me, and I can see relief in her eyes. There is no time to consider the consequences. I rip out her tubes and remove the restraints. Globular clusters of blood and fluid float upward to the widening fracture and disappear. Beth stretches out a hand, “Skye, help me,” she whispers.

but I am glad I can die with you queen:- me too they imagine happy live together before die then king and queen died and hold each other hand till the end but war never stop and both group do fighting but not big war to each other. their group still exists and still hate each other mom:- and the story end why are you crying atri:- I feel sad because they can't live together atri hug her mom and start crying mom:- they can live happily in heaven so don't worry then father enter in room father:- what happen atri why are you crying who make you cry tell me

I had all good vibes around me. How nice it feels without Aadhvik's interferance in my life. I hope his flight crashes once, just once leaving his black jaguar forever with me. With all over dramatic thoughts within me, I went to sleep. I know this time I am gonna have a good, peaceful sleep after a long time. So how can I miss it. ~ 🥀🖤 ~ "The excess of good things is what I call to be mischievous and that ain't wrong!" ~ Esha Varnav ~

‎ ‎Before long, the bus came to a stop in a wide, open space, and the tourists quickly rushed off the bus. ‎I stared at the sky in front of me, utterly stunned by the breathtaking sight.The landscape here is vast and open. The sky stretches endlessly, almost as if it’s hovering just above the ground, so close you feel like you could reach out and touch it. Blues, purples, and greens merge into the Aurora, an infinite expanse filling the entire sky, interspersed with white nebulae that resemble a deep, unfathomable Milky Way shimmering and graceful. ‎

The sky above Jakarta didn't just leak; it collapsed. Thunder rolled across the horizon like a barrage of heavy artillery, shaking the very foundations of the mansion. For Sari, the violence of the weather was a blessing. She stood at the heavy iron servant’s door, her hand hovering over the latch. Rain lashed against the wood, the sound a deafening roar that masked the frantic thudding of her heart. "Now or never," she hissed to herself. "Move, Sari. Move!"

That’s a name from the past. Her father’s name. Her throat tightened. Everything around her suddenly felt too big—too bright, too cold. The receptionist handed her a small card with a polite smile. “Here’s the contact information, Miss Brooks.” “Thank you,” Sophia murmured, barely hearing her own voice. She turned and began walking toward the exit, her steps unsteady. Outside, the air felt heavy. The sky had darkened slightly; clouds gathered above the skyline. The noise of the city returned—honking cars, chatter, the rush of footsteps—but Sophia felt detached from it all.