Beyond The Skies Novels & Stories

Jack stood there, his emotions swinging wildly from deep sadness to elation, his heart on an emotional roller coaster. He held back this time, realizing that Hannah's relentless behavior would only leave her more deeply wounded. All he needed to do was offer her a warm shoulder when the dust settled, and everything would be alright. As the helicopter faded from Hannah's sight, the dying echo of its blades pounded in her chest like distant thunder. Eventually, she could not stand it anymore and just crumbled.

POV EMMA BELLE The sky was no longer blue, nor was it the harvest-gold of Aethelred’s autumn. It was a flickering, terrifying mosaic of Non-Euclidean Polygons. The Origin-World—the First King’s cold, geometric home—was no longer approaching; it was Overwriting.

"It is easier to be a god in a cage than a husband in the ruins. But look at the sky, Mother. The 'Real' is coming for the 'Ideal.'" I looked up. The perfect blue was cracking. Faint, shimmering silver lines were beginning to vein the sky like shattered glass. The Global Spire hadn't lost us; it was just recalibrating. Jinyan’s paradise was a localized bubble, a glitch in the system that the world was already working to delete.

"Your highness would you please take a look at these documents regarding the wages of the workers ?" said the manager . "Leave it on my desk . I'll take a look at it later and inform you after three hours. " said Sky . "Thank you your highness ! " said the manager and closed the door then left . After the manager left Sky took a look at the city . His room was a royal suite with the best view of the city . "This view is nice ! I better go an have some fresh air outside . This pile of work doesn't seem to come to an end and on top of that I haven't found Iris yet . Once I catch her she's dead meat . " said Sky .

Jaiden walked back to the table taking his pen and again engrossed himself in the work. LUNA The bus was moving steadily on the road heading to the forest. The road leading to the destination was a clean wide one surrounded by the rows of trees. The vegetation density kept increasing as they keep going ahead. The weather was also pleasant with sun shining through the clouds. Trisha and Nina were watching some episodes of one of their favourite teen drama sharing the earphone. They were completely into the scene on the screen while I was still gazing out of window. I have no interest in those they just hype up your standard always making you feel incomplete.

5 DAYS: 00 HOURS: 00 MINUTES Hope stared. Five days. Not seven. They had lost two days without realizing it. Adrian’s expression became serious. “We don’t have much time.” Hope nodded. “No.” Her grandfather smiled. “Then you should begin preparing.” Hope looked at him. “For what?” He raised his hand. The sky opened. A massive doorway appeared. Behind it was another world. A world unlike Evera. It was completely white. No trees. No mountains. No stars. No people. Only an endless white horizon.

The type and tail number matched those of the aircraft I'd trained in seven years earlier. There was no airline logo on the fuselage, no four stripes, no captain's wings. Only two small words were engraved beside the left cabin window. "Eight weeks." I stared at those two words for a long time. Beside it was a note. "I finally understand that the sky was always yours. I have no right to ask for forgiveness about the baby. I hope every takeoff from here on out is for yourself alone." No request for me to come back. No promise that he'd wait.

The sky-mount is a terrifying, magnificent creature, its leathery wingspan wide enough to shadow the entire ruined courtyard in a flickering, bat-like veil. As it launches itself into the air, the world beneath us falls away, replaced by a dizzying, violent expanse of clouds and moonlight that threatens to swallow us whole. The freezing wind whips my hair into a frenzy, tearing at my eyes, stinging like abrasive salt, and I am forced to wrap my arms tightly around Daryl’s waist to keep from plunging into the jagged, frost-bitten peaks below. Every muscle in my body is screaming, stretched taut by the sheer velocity of our ascent.

Alina. The sky bled red the day the world I had come to love ended. It wasn't a metaphor. The clouds literally cracked open like glass, and a crimson light poured through the seams, painting the trees, the ground, and the screaming faces of my people in hellish hues. I should’ve run. Instead, I froze, barefoot in the village square, clutching a basket of herbs and soaked to the elbows in poultice paste. I watched the sky die.

His parents were still out there, and the hope he would find them now that Darius was dead, now dwindled with the new war. "Many will pull through," Tate reassured him. "This I know to be true," he took another shot. "The lights," I began speaking to my beloved. "Are far more beautiful than on earth. Earth's skies have been tainted with pollution, the seas overcrowded with garbage and debris. Bergarian holds not one sun but two light sources that give off the glow of pink, purple and blue skies. Christine's head lifted from my shoulder, her arm wrapping around my chest as I explained.