Beyond The Skies Novels & Stories

"The Starry Sky Battlespace truly lives up to its reputation as a forbidden place within the Bleurealm's thirteen states. Behemoths stronger than human paragons are rampant even at its outer fringes..." Severin's countenance became somber as he reflected on the perilous encounter. The recent skirmish had nearly taken him out.

“You speak about what we have lost, but we Skies are not close. Losing the 6th and 9th Skies is an unfortunate accident, but they can be easily replaced. Our Lord doesn’t need us after all. We need him. You on the other hand, have lost your family.” “So, your eyes can even see that far huh,” Komfo Anokye nodded his head in admiration while looking at the 5th Sky. The latter’s words had earned him the attention of the one called Basileus; however, he would soon discover that such attention was not great to have. “I can see the strings that bind people to each other. I can see a person’s fate to an extent as well.” The 5th Sky shrugged like what he said wasn’t a big deal at all.

Reality outside the viewport didn't just bend; it shattered. The blue sky and fluffy white clouds of Earth were instantly replaced by a blinding, chaotic kaleidoscope of impossible colors. This was The Bleed—the hyperspace between dimensions. It was a terrifying, mesmerizing ocean of raw data streams, dormant magical energies, and the skeletal remnants of erased realities.

She squinted her eyes. *gasp*... A person? Damn is that another? She asked as her eyes widened. She pointed at them in the sky. They were moving incredibly fast. She saw flashes of lights from the figures in the sky. A bright light was going from one towards the other while the other person dodged and raised a counter attack, sending a red beam of light. It was like watching a movie for Mia. Everything seemed so when she suddenly realized that they were fighting. Right above her head a fight was going on. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

She realized it was best not to push into the storm clouding his mind, even though she had little insight into its cause. They both stood in silence, taking in the beauty of the painting before them. In the heart of the canvas, a vast expanse of cerulean blue stretches endlessly, embracing the horizon with its tranquil hue. Wisps of fluffy cumulus clouds dance gently across the sky, their edges tinged with a soft, ethereal white, floating lazily as if carried by a whispering breeze. The blue sky acts as a captivating backdrop, imbuing the scene with a sense of boundless serenity and a promise of endless possibilities. Its seamless gradient, from the deepest azure at its zenith to the paler,

Henry*** The sky bled fire—crimson tendrils streaking across the heavens like the last breath of a dying god. Smoke coiled in black spirals, choking out the stars, and in the glow of that apocalyptic dawn, the world trembled. Buildings burned like paper. Trees split open, screaming with sap and flame. It was as if the sky itself had turned traitor—spilling fury upon a land already drowning in sorrow.

The cold water rushed into my nose and ears, and the freezing sensation enveloped me. As my consciousness started to fade, the distant screams of bystanders seemed to drift away. Through the dark water, it felt as if I had traveled across time and space, arriving in a place completely different from the real world. After three thousand five hundred and forty-five days, I finally saw her again. With red eyes, I watched as Emma gently cared for a little girl, and I called out softly, "Emma, I’ve come to find you." But she did not seem to hear me, taking the little girl’s hand and preparing to leave.

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.

Freya's pov “They’re here.” Finnick’s voice was flat. Not afraid or even surprised. Just… resigned and then I followed his gaze to the horizon. The sky was wrong again. Not red, not black, not the cracked shimmer of leyline storms but blank. White, bone-white, like the sky had forgotten how to reflect the world below. And floating at its edge like shapes and curves. Tall, faceless silhouettes moving without sound, casting no shadows. Like paper dolls cut from the void, their edges bled light. They walked across the salt plains without touching them, drifting forward like smoke.

Summer’s Point of View With unwavering concentration, I fixed my gaze upon the majestic skyscrapers that pierced the heavens, their towering presence commanding attention from the topmost floor of the luxurious hotel. The view stretched out as far as the eye could see, with rolling hills cascading into a vibrant tapestry of colors, each hue more vivid than the last. The sky above was a masterpiece in itself, painted with wisps of cotton candy clouds that seemed to dance in harmony with the gentle breeze. The soft, gentle glow emanating from each light source created a captivating ambiance, as if the city itself was adorned with a celestial aura.