Buried In The Sky Novels & Stories

The entrance to "The Silent City" was not marked by a grand gate or a marble archway, but by a sickening, vertical descent into the crushing pressure of the North Atlantic abyss. Accessible only via a pressurized, titanium-reinforced elevator hidden beneath the rusted skeleton of a decommissioned oil rig, the headquarters of Cybers Biotech was a masterclass in cold, clinical terror. It was a cathedral built of hubris and salt, buried where the light of the sun could never witness its sins.

Lethal. “Now?” His shoulders rolled back, shaking off the weight of grief. “Now, we bury them.” And then, voice like iron, he added— “Then we burn down whoever did this.” A Grave Under Moonlight The night was bitterly cold. The sky stretched into a black abyss, void of stars. The estate’s private burial ground, hidden deep beyond the tree line, was silent—except for the sound of shovels cutting into frozen earth. No hired men dug these graves.

My head hummed with voices that weren’t my own, with the echo of the powder scattering like flour and with Ethan’s whisper that had crawled under my skin: They buried her with a name that will call the sky. I lay there a long time, watching the light move across the ceiling. A lot of things had happened faster than I could keep up with, and my head wanted to split them into small pieces and handle them one at a time. But pieces didn’t land like that. They landed on you like rain.

Chapter 50: The Gobi Ghost The Gobi Desert was not just a desert; it was a landscape of frozen dunes and howling, mournful winds that sounded like the collective, tortured screams of everyone the Dividend had ever broken, experimented on, or discarded. It was a vast, unforgiving graveyard of salt and silicon. Deep beneath those shifting sands lay a relic of the Cold War—an abandoned Soviet research bunker that Julian had repurposed into a digital tomb, a womb for his own dark rebirth.

"If this will not work out then I will make it work out." Those words were telling her pain that she was feeling at that time. The pain that no one can understand. She has been in love with Leo since college. For her Leo was the only person who could understand her. He was the first person who became her friend. The first one to believe in her. Aria came to the parking lot. She opened the door of her car and placed her purse in the passenger seat. The tears slowly welled from her eyes. She stayed there for sometime and cried her heart out.

She became part of the casualties, one less problem on their ledgers. She clawed her way out from under the rubble, nails bloody, left shoulder hanging wrong. Two fingers bent sideways—she nearly gagged at the sight. She didn’t cry. She dragged herself clear of the wreck, crawled through a hole in the burning wall, and collapsed in the icy mud behind the kitchens. Dawn crept over the sky in violet and gold. Pretty, if you like that sort of thing. She hated it. She hated that it never changed, that the beauty meant nothing whether she’d been the clan’s prize or disgrace. Hated the stars for not even pretending to care. Hated her own lungs for gasping, her heart for beating stubbornly on.

Hence, I would stealthily wipe my tears away and murmur with envy, "That's nice. I envy your mommy for always having someone by her side." Now, the irony of it all was suffocating. My best friend, who had stayed with me through my days in the hospital while I struggled with depression, was the same person who slept beside the man I loved at night.

It was a Sunday afternoon yet the sky was gloomy. The sun that’s supposed to dazzle is nowhere to be found and the cold breeze blew on my way. I’ve watched the news last night, they said it will be a clear day today but the sky shows otherwise. We’ve decided to celebrate our friend’s birthday in the garden but we will have a hard time now that the rain threatens to pour down. “Hey, can you help me decide which design suits the theme the most? I need to finish this before Unira arrives,” my friend uttered.

I could still hear the braying laughter of Zeke and his friends, more than anything I could hear interrupted snoring as men got a hell of a wake-up call through Cillian’s direct tannoy into their heads. I don’t know why but I took myself up the hill, to a clearing which gave me a view of the night sky. It was still raining but it didn’t matter, I can dry off in the truck. I knelt down and dug a hole at the top of the hill. Then, placing a small kiss on the velvet bag I buried it.

“Another damn note. What does it mean this time?” “It’s another warning,” Elliot muttered. He turned the paper over, finding something scrawled on the back in faint ink: “The truth is hidden where the light dies.” “The light dies?” Jonah asked, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Elliot pocketed the note, already thinking. “It’s pointing us to something. A place. Somewhere dark, maybe underground.” Jonah scoffed. “Like the crypt? We’ve already been there, and all we found was a dead butler and more questions.”