Cahaya Merah Di Langit Novels & Stories

The sky above the High Citadel did not bleed gradually; it tore open in a single, silent instant. One breath, the sky was framed by vibrant emerald and violet northern lights; the next, a deep, bruised crimson suffused the night, painting the mountain peaks in the color of fresh arterial blood. Down in the courtyard, the grand victory bonfires flickered violently before dying down to cold, black ash.

All manner of protest and reprimand died in my throat when I beheld the night sky. In all my years on earth, I had never seen a phenomenon so stunningly breathtaking, capable of making one go mute while taking in all the beauty it had to offer. Lights of different shades of emerald, violet, red and icy blue danced about the sky, curling up like celestial curtains, moving with a quiet grace that felt both ancient and otherworldly.

We were moved to a bus where we spent four hours driving toward the magical barrier. In the distance we could see the prismatic reflection of the magic dancing in the sky. As the sun continued to dip down the light show grew even more fantastic. Colors that were too dim in the day time spiraled through the air with sparkles of pinks and bright blues so bright that were practically white.

I slowly turned towards Scarlett. "What's this?" Before my question could fully leave my mouth, something caught my attention. A loud crack echoed through the night. My head snapped upwards. A burst of color exploded across the dark sky. Then another. And another. My breath caught instantly. The fireworks lit up the entire night, painting the sky with streaks of gold, silver, blue and red. They bloomed high above us before fading away, only for another set to take their place seconds later. "Oh my God..." I whispered.

I looked up, watching the sky become darker and the moon's glow slowly brighten. I blinked, when a green hew filtered through the night sky, becoming clearer and brighter with each second. Like a wave, the green light rolled across the black backdrop, casting a rainbow of green, red, yellow, and some blue as it moved. It was… beautiful, what someone might describe as heavenly or godly. This happened twice a year here in MacTire. I had forgotten about the strange light that would appear between now and August, during certain phases of the moon.

His parents were still out there, and the hope he would find them now that Darius was dead, now dwindled with the new war. "Many will pull through," Tate reassured him. "This I know to be true," he took another shot. "The lights," I began speaking to my beloved. "Are far more beautiful than on earth. Earth's skies have been tainted with pollution, the seas overcrowded with garbage and debris. Bergarian holds not one sun but two light sources that give off the glow of pink, purple and blue skies. Christine's head lifted from my shoulder, her arm wrapping around my chest as I explained.

The red-haired woman sashayed to the exit and opened the door. I followed Namara out into the chandelier-lit hallway. The view through the tall windows was of the same mountain, but it was backlit against a denim-blue sky littered with stars. A hazy band of mauve hung beneath its rounded peak like a specter. My breath caught at my first sighting of the Milky Way. Logris was always too bright, too encased in thick wards to get a decent look at the night sky.

The next morning, as Theo sat down for his homeschooling session with Teacher Mike and Mama Hazel, his mind was buzzing with curiosity and questions. With a sparkle in his eyes, Theo looked up at Teacher Mike and asked, "Why is the sky blue, Teacher Mike?" Teacher Mike smiled at Theo's inquisitive nature and began to explain, "Well, Theo, the sky appears blue because of the way sunlight interacts with the Earth's atmosphere. When sunlight reaches the Earth, it is made up of different colors, like red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. The blue light from the sun is scattered in all directions by the gases and particles in the atmosphere, making the sky above us look blue."

Just beyond the glass, the night sky erupted in a symphony of light and color. A cascade of gold shimmered across the horizon. Red flares lit the rooftops, followed by trails of blue and violet streaking the sky. It was a fireworks display; grand, relentless, and dazzling. She stood up, wrapped a towel tightly around her, and stepped closer to the window. Her bare feet padded softly across the marble floor until she reached the glass and pressed her palm to its cool surface. From here, she could see everything. The heart of the Crimson Moon Pack pulsed with life.

Alexanders pov The blood-red moon hung above us like a harbinger of doom, glowing ominously against the backdrop of the darkening sky. Its stark radiance cut through the clouds, casting the landscape in shades of crimson that sent shivers down my spine. As I turned, I saw Olivia transfixed, her gaze locked on the eerie celestial spectacle above us. A pang of fear threatened to take hold of me, a primal instinct awakened by the lunar phenomenon. The red moon was never a good sign, and its appearance now felt like salt on the raw wound of our situation. But I couldn't yield to panic; it wasn't an option.