Breaking Through The Clouds Novels & Stories

“Because he crossed it for me.” Dawn broke through the fractured clouds, painting the ruins with the faintest glow of hope. The heavens themselves seemed to shiver. For the first time, th e light feared what it had created. And somewhere, beyond worlds and laws, Travian waited.

"There's no telling who's going to die yet!" And with those words, she leapt into the skies. Suddenly, with a deafening bang, ravines tore through the ground over miles around, and the ground seemed to sink! Lofty was dumbstruck—that was just the recoil generated from when the hag leapt into the air. In other words, her strength was now unmatched! Worst of all, as she tore through the air, a conical cloud appeared around her, showing that she had broken the sound barrier! Despite being knowledgeable, Lofty understood that there were individuals who refined a single discipline so obsessively that they reached such abnormal heights.

Silence fell again. Then, a huge fracture tore across the sky. The glowing lattice flickered violently. The shadow behind it pushed harder now. It surged forward. And for the first time… They saw clearly as a single colossal shape began to push through the breaking barrier. Aria felt the blood drain from her face. Because she knew that whatever was coming through the sky was far larger than the world waiting beneath it.

The corporate cloud had finally broken, leaving nothing but an open, unmapped sky. For three days, I floated in a grey, borderless void. There were no data-ciphers here, no four-layered creator commands, and no agonizing weight of a prototype frequency pulling at my veins. There was only the quiet, rhythmic sound of waves lapping against broken concrete. "Zora... open your eyes, sister." Kemi’s voice was the first thing that broke through the static.

The descent from the Frost-Peak summit was not a retreat. It was a race against a changing atmosphere. The violet cloud did not behave like fog or industrial smog. The violet cloud moved down the slopes of the mountain like a heavy liquid ribbon. It hugged the contours of the ravines and erased the gray pines beneath a blanket of toxic amethyst.

Nothing seemed wrong. After several frustrating minutes, he opened the oil tank. His brows knitted together. ‘Water?” His eyes widened in confusion. "How?" He stared at the cloudy mixture in disbelief. "That's impossible." The cap had been locked. No one should have been able to touch it. Unless… Someone had done it deliberately. A loud clap of thunder interrupted his thoughts. Then the heavens opened. Rain crashed everywhere and onto the parking lot within seconds, soaking everything in sight. Leon hurried beneath the entrance roof, hugging his bag against his chest as the rain grew heavier.

"The sky—look! The clouds are turning purple again. The disk is coming back." "They’re frustrated. They don't like losing their assets." "Joshua, there’s a massive shadow looming over the ridge. It’s one of the heavy destroyers." "I see it." "It’s charging its main cannon. That’s a planet-cracker, Joshua! It’ll vaporize this whole mountain range!" "Let it charge." "Are you insane? We have to run!" "We don't run. We adapt." "How do you adapt to a planet-cracker?" "By becoming the target."

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

Allen barely reacted to her bitter silence and continued speaking, his voice calm but resolute. “If it weren’t for the so-called debt I had to repay, we would never have met. I would have had my own life.” Serene stared at him, frozen in place, her throat choked with bitterness. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came out. She could only watch as Allen opened the car door and stepped out. As Allen approached the gates of the Luther residence, a sudden beam of blinding headlights flashed in his face. Instinctively, he raised his arm to shield his eyes, just as the screech of tires filled the air.

I'm worried because I might not be able to continue my walk tomorrow if the rain won't stop. When I woke up, the air was cold and dry. I went out to look around. The ground was wet as were the tree leaves. I looked up and the sky was dark. But the bad weather didn't stop me. My father's condition was getting worse everyday and I can't just sit back and watch the day passed without any clue. I will continue my walk today even if the weather was bad.