Buried In The Sky Novels & Stories

I quietly wiped my tears away and jumped off the cliff without any hesitation. "No!" Timothy woke up with a start, and his pajamas were drenched in sweat. Zoe was sitting by his bed, the rims of her eyes red while she shed tears in silence. "Timothy, is Melanie really dead?" Timothy's heart was now pounding with frustration. He got up and lit up a cigarette as he stood by the window. Alas, not even smoking a whole pack could ease the frustration he was feeling. Zoe's sobbing was nearly driving him insane.

A black van suddenly came out of nowhere. It shot towards us and we stumbled back. Then the doors swung open and masked men poured out, moving fast and cutting off every direction we had. We turned and ran back toward the hospital entrance, but before my fingers could reach the doorknob, something soft and thick was pressed over my nose and mouth. “Mia!” I screamed into the fabric, but my voice came out muffled. The darkness came fast. And then there was nothing.

The desert seemed endless at night. Beneath a sky scattered with cold stars, the dunes stretched in every direction like waves frozen in time, their pale surfaces glowing faintly beneath the moonlight. The landscape was beautiful in the way certain things became beautiful only after dark-vast, lonely, and indifferent to human suffering. Meera Rathore barely noticed any of it.

The glowing yellow super moon shines bright over the mountains of the Mojave Desert. I feel like I’m on autopilot. Ava is fast asleep, her head rests on the window. I can’t stop thinking about her even though she’s right next to me. It pains me to think that beast wants to hurt her. I will always protect her.

It's like someone was pouring a bucket of ice on him and under his feet an unquenchable fire trying to eat him alive. "I don't understand. I saw... I saw him getting buried. I saw that car explode! What do you mean he's alive?!" Sky holds his head, it's aching so much he can't handle it, he's gasping to breathe, his eyes forming tears again. What kind of joke was this? Who will stay sane after knowing this truth? He only wanted to be happy, he wanted to live a better life from now on but was heaven so spiteful that they can't grant him sheer happiness?

Within the Starry Sky Battlespace were secrets and peerless treasures that awaited those brave enough to seek them. Rumors abounded that hidden within the Starry Sky Battlespace lay the secret to immortality. For tens of thousands of years, the path to becoming a celestial had grown increasingly obscure and difficult, yet countless supreme paragons had sought liberation from their earthly constraints to try and reach for immortality. Disciples from various sects delved into the Starry Sky Battlespace, aspiring to uncover the elusive secret. At the very least, they hoped to unearth treasures that could prolong their lives.

Present – Buried Alive A violent shock of adrenaline surged through me, snapping me back into the present. The weight of the dirt pressed against my chest, squeezing my ribs, making it impossible to take a full breath. My fingers twitched, barely able to move in the dense, suffocating soil. Every tiny shift felt like trying to push through concrete. My fingers twitch in the darkness, trying to claw upward. The soil shifts – just barely. Not enough. My lungs were burning. Each breath is shorter than the last. I tried to take in air, but the pressure was too much.

Never Lina. “Move!” Alex shouted. We ran. Through collapsing tunnels, through fire and smoke, through the last door between us and the night sky. The Jeep was dead. The world was alive. Somewhere behind us, Site Twelve fell in on itself—swallowed by the earth, erasing Nyx’s final gambit in concrete and flame. We didn’t stop until the trees swallowed us too. Until we collapsed together beneath a sky full of stars, gasping like survivors clawing out of hell.

Yet, the sunflowers always wilted before long. Crushed by despair, the beggar eventually went mad. He murmured a single name repeatedly—Molly Reed.

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.