Buried In The Sky Novels & Stories

Amy was completely thrown off by Nash's nonsense. She frowned and stared at him like he was some kind of alien. "Hey, what did you take? Did you hit your head or something?” "I'm standing right here, alive and kicking. Who are you saying is dead?” "I just got off a long flight and rushed over. Sure, my back's a little sore, but I'm nowhere near meeting God yet." Seeing that Amy was perfectly fine with not even a single hair out of place, Shirley froze on the spot. She narrowed her eyes at Amy and immediately switched into interrogation mode.

And across the grid beneath concrete and code, a signal flickered to life. Buried deep. Forgotten by design. Waiting to be found.

His gaze landed on the urn in my arms, and he knew—I was taking my mom to be laid to rest. He scrambled toward me, clutching at my pant leg. "Jess, please—let me come with you. I just want to see Mom one last time." I pried his fingers off and walked out the door without looking back. The burial site was just as the agent had promised—rolling green hills, fresh mountain air, a quiet peace that stretched for miles. My mom had always said the city was too loud, too busy. She used to tell me that when she was gone, she wanted to rest in the mountains, surrounded by beauty.

Please answer the call. I endured the pain and tried to stay afloat. Falling into the water helped absorb most of the impact, so my injuries were still somewhat tolerable. At that moment, I desperately needed someone to save me. However, my call to Jerome Morrison just wouldn't connect. As the bone-biting chill of the freezing water ate away at me, it was getting harder and harder for me to stay afloat. I could feel myself sinking as my consciousness began to fade. "Help… Someone help…."

I had been reborn, back to the day of the avalanche. In my previous life, the oxygen system in the sealed pod failed. Ryan, his childhood friend Eve Hurst, and I were trapped in the snow-capped mountains. Ryan suggested we save ourselves by digging out. But there were only two sets of thermal suits in the pod. As the top warrior of the Silver Moon pack, Ryan had to be the one to carve the escape route through layers of snow and rock. So, one of the two suits had to go to him. As for the other suit?

Melissa lost it. “It’s your fault! You killed Lisa! If it weren’t for you dragging her to that stupid cemetery to kneel for your dead son, she never would’ve died in the first place!”

A deep, aching pull I don’t understand. Am I broken? Or have I buried the truth under so many expectations, I can’t even feel it? I curl beneath the covers, eyes still open. The celebration is over. The mask is off. But the questions remain.

That maybe something buried in the dark could still find the strength to rise. Their love was buried beneath sin—and still, it rose, unbreakable.

Two years ago, Wren Voss took the blame for a crime that wasn't hers, to save the only family she'd ever known. She expected forgiveness. She got a labor quarry, silver in her water, and a wolf that stopped answering her. Now she's free and nothing was waiting for her. Her brother has a new sister to protect. Her mother has a new daughter to fuss over. The only debt Wren still owes this family is one she never agreed to. She isn't planning revenge. She's planning an exit, starting with asking for a mate she doesn't love, just enough to leave for good. But the Lycan King has started asking questions this household doesn't want answered. And the alpha who was never supposed to look twice at

He had traded his aquatic scales for a suit of pressurized weave, his movements fluid and efficient. ​The Pathfinder banked hard, fighting against a massive updraft of warm air that smelled of ozone and ancient machinery. We were closing in on the central pillar of the Sky City, a towering shaft of gold and glass that acted as the spine of the entire civilization. The air around it was a swirling vortex of debris and snapping cables. ​“Drop in three, two, one! Go!” I yelled.