Cahaya Merah Di Langit Novels & Stories

"As you can see, only a few people are here, and I wanted you to enjoy the moment here, he said and brushed his hands on my forehead, making me super excited. We got in, and I was welcomed by the most unique sight of my life the entire place was covered with a canopy over a red light that illuminated the sky in a spectacular way bringing out different colors as we walked. It ranged from neon, to red, and to gold. This place is amazing, I told him while he smiled, also enjoying the view above us, which was absolutely amazing. "I know right, do you like it," he asked me, looking eager and I squeeze my fave like I was disgusted by it.

Thin, hair-like clouds hung from the dimming stars, the wind nipping at the bright red leaves on the trees. Red skies at night, sailors delight. Red skies at morning, sailors take warning. The old nursery rhyme chanted in my head as Robbie and I sat waiting. The weather report on the news the night before had said a storm was moving in. Robbie had waved it away as nothing more than a windy day, but the red skies gave me pause. I knew it would certainly be discussed.

The apprentices of Purecastle on Gull Isle looked up, holding their breath and focusing intently on the sky. Suddenly, a massive blood-red lightning bolt burst through the horizon. The crimson lightning shot from the depths of the dark clouds, turning the entire sky a vivid red. As the apprentices watched in shock, the blood-red lightning seemed to be heading straight for Gull Isle.

I said, staring up at the sky. I caught a glimpse of it, fighting its way out of the dark clouds that covered it. In a minute or so, it was out completely and I gaped at it. I wasn’t entirely wrong, it was mostly orange but also had a reddish tinge to it, all together it was a marvelous sight and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. “It’s marvelous, I studied this when I was still in the human world.” I said to Nova. “It looks like a total Luna eclipse of the Earth’s moon.”

I whispered, hesitant to end the moment but knowing that the real world awaited. But Matt had other plans. “Wait,” he said, rummaging in his bag. He pulled out a large, soft-looking blanket. “I brought this along, just in case. Look up.” The vast expanse of the night sky stretched above us, studded with countless stars that twinkled like diamonds. The Milky Way painted a beautiful arc across the horizon. And there, off in the distance, soft colors of green, purple, and pink danced—the ethereal beauty of the aurora borealis.

'See for yourself'. I gasp when I notice them. The sky is suddenly lit up with countless tiny bulbs of light floating around and above us, swirling in patterns of blue, red, yellow and green colours. They illuminate the tents, adding to the color and the beauty, everything seems like a world of lights.

The sky bleeds red. Not in the slow, poetic way legends sometimes describe omens. But violently—like something inside the heavens has been cut open and refuses to heal. Crimson spills across the clouds in jagged waves, staining the horizon until even daylight feels corrupted. The world below does not simply witness it—it reacts to it. As if every living thing understands instinctively that what is coming is not natural, not ordinary, not survivable in the usual sense. Territories that once knew uneasy peace are now consumed by war without restraint.

The sky above Eldoria had never looked like this before. The once-clear blue was now replaced by a deep, crimson hue, casting a bloody glow over the land. It was the first time since the Forsaken War that the sky had burned with such intensity. Lightning cracked sideways, like veins of fire splitting the heavens, while the earth beneath them quaked, sending ripples through the ground.

The surrounding air was as heavy as mercury. At this moment, the figure of the other party seemed to be endless, pointing to the sky and the earth. In front of Yates Gandi, she was as small as a speck of dust. At this moment, Yates Gandi was about to attack. But at this moment, a red light suddenly appeared in the sky. The red light flew straight in that direction like a fireball. It was extremely fast. The surrounding clouds seemed to be on fire at this moment. Yates Gandi looked in the direction of the red light and narrowed his eyes.

Ayla The sky is red. Not sunset red, not the warm hue of dusk. It’s bleeding. A deep, oozing red that spills across the clouds like an open wound. The moon hangs too low, too big, glowing a heavy silver that thuds in the air with every pulse. I feel it in my ribs.