Buried In The Sky Novels & Stories

Chapter 111. The sky was covered with slow grey clouds, the kind that looked like they carried a quiet sadness. The air felt cold, not sharp enough to hurt, but cold enough to settle heavily on the skin. Jasmine stood beside Jerald, both dressed in black, their clothes blending into the dull atmosphere of the burial ground. There were no chairs. No canopies crowd. Just the two of them… the cold earth… and the wooden casket waiting to be lowered into the ground.

Jason raised his voice, demanding, "Why won't you people just tell me who Heaven is and what she did that was so terrible my parents concealed her burial in the got damn flower garden?" Sky's mouth fell open, and she shook her head, beginning to weep. Ace admitted they were unaware of her demise and her final resting place. Collapsing to her knees, Sky offered thanks to the moon goddess for ridding their world of the demon, hoping now for peace. Upon hearing that Jason downed two double shots of vodka. The alcohol was already coursing through his veins. As he staggered towards Sky, Ace caught him, insisting he sit down.

No one up above will hear your pleas, because none exists up there. I know, because I tried. I cringe at myself whenever I remember that time I knelt on that verdant ground, and with the top of my lungs, I clamored to the night sky; just at least make that one wish come true. It was the stupidest thing I have done in my entire life. Two weeks must have passed ever since I left Underworld and has been forty-three years since I left that home, but not a single regret is gnawing my core. Who wouldn’t? ---since the ‘most interesting people are in here.

The devastation had crumbled in our wake, closing anything hidden below the ground for good — or for the time being. But the sky behind told another story. The stars had moved, their arrangements unfamiliar, and the air was thicker, as though we had entered a world that simply wasn’t our own anymore.

But somehow I just couldn’t place my hands around it and that tormented me the most. The day of Cassia’s burial came shrouded in mist. The sky was the color of old silver, thick clouds dragging across the horizon, heavy with unshed rain. The earth itself seemed to mourn her. Every step I took toward the clearing behind the fortress felt like walking through a dream I didn’t want to remember.

James, Thea, and Zeno shifted through the darkness. Soon, they arrived outside an ancient ruin called the Sky Tomb, which was classified as a forbidden zone. Zeno came to a stop outside the ruin. He looked ahead of them and said, “This place is called the Sky Tomb. As its name suggests, it’s a tomb of deceased powerhouses. The Prison World is located in the depths of the Sky Tomb. In today’s Dark World, hardly anyone knows about the Prison World.

She had spotted the white chalk marking ahead, which was the burial site of the old lady. The body had been removed, leaving only the pit, which looked even more horrific. Parker hesitated for a moment, then used her feet to test the depth and humidity of the mud in the pit. Then, as she had resolved, she spread her coat and slowly lay down. The perspective changed. The sky was low, and the dark clouds pressed down like lead. In the distance, Bridge 1 looked like a collapsed tombstone, pressing down on Parker. The high-voltage power lines intertwined like fishing nets.

Selene was dead, and Lucian would spend the rest of his life behind bars. Life could be so shocking, so fleeting—its twists waiting just around the corner. Then, suddenly, I felt a soft light embrace me. My body began to lift, as if floating upward. I watched Milo grow faint, his figure blurring before me. In my mind, I whispered, Thank you, Milo, for being by my side when I needed you most. If I meet you in the next life, I will find you. I will give you all my heart.

The tunnels beneath the ruins of Ozyorsk were veins of cold iron and stagnant water. For three days, we moved through the subterranean dark, a pair of wraiths traveling toward a coordinate Nevan had pulled from the static of his own dying nervous system. The world above was a funeral pyre; the Cónclave’s kinetic strike had turned the Silent City into a crater of glass and ash. To the satellites, we were carbonized dust. To the "Unlinked," we were a myth.

I nodded while fidgeting with my fingers. Alexander walked out of the car and the driver drove out of sight. Soon, the car stopped in the mansion and I walked into the house absentmindedly. Drey Lauren. Why won't I forget that name? Anna Lauren. Who is she? I sighed deeply wanting to head upstairs when my face turned to the television. The burial of Anna Lauren was being displayed. People in black stood there with umbrellas above their heads and that's when I realized it had started raining. A thunder rumble came from the sky and a sharp pain hit my head, making me fall to the ground.