Cahaya Merah Di Langit Novels & Stories

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.

I could run to her, parting the crowd, screaming her name and telling her to just do it, to show them, show them who you are. A crackle of energy explodes, followed by a shockwave that tears through the city. A dizzying, damn near unsettling light expands overhead as Maeve splits the sky in half, sending her light over Moonrise in a cascade of fireworks in hues of bright red, deep crimson, and the brightest, star filled purple. Screams of fear quickly turn to shouts of awe, and then the rolling, thunderous applause and shouts of excitement begin, drowning out the blood racing through my ears. Most people are looking up.

Later That Night – The Sky Turns Red A strange wind swept across the camp just past midnight. Elias stood on guard when the first ash fell. He looked up—and gasped. The moon had turned red. He rushed into the tents. “Everyone—wake up! Look!” One by one, they emerged, gazing at the sky. Red clouds churned across the horizon like bruised storm fronts. The air smelled of iron. Mira paled. “That’s not weather. That’s summoning magic.” Serena closed her eyes, heart pounding.

I shivered. The next two months were called Mizzle Season— the rain never stops. Sometimes it's heavy, sometimes it's not. Like the whole sky was crying because of the burden it carried for the past months. Nimbus Red was when a big circle of red light can be seen in the firmament—covering up until where your eyes could see. It doesn't go away even the sun reigns in its glory. Keriekos believed that some sort of enchantments can be activated during this time. Well, they were all hunches. Merko had been studying it for years, tried relating the colors of the sky to some potions and to some existing events but no concrete evidences yet.

He looked at the distant sky and complained, “Motherf*cker! It has exploded again! Tyr, you are one lucky bloke! Tonight, you are here just in time.” Tyr was puzzled. Thus, Tyr followed their lead and looked at the sky. It was midnight; at this point, it should be dark. However, the whole town was illuminated, and a red glow filled the sky. A red glow shot into the clouds from somewhere farthest away in the distance. It formed a mysterious vortex on top of the sky. As if a giant alien ship was floating in the sky and firing a laser light toward the ground. “What the h*ll is that?” Tyr looked at the scene in the distance and was deeply astonished.

I leaned my head against the window, looking out at the street that looked different every time the colour of the sky changed at the end of the day and looked reddish-orange, beautiful, while changing everything to look sad and more sentimental. I don't know if it's because I'm always tired when I get home from work in the evening or if the red hue in the sky at dusk gives it a different feel, but I find myself thinking more even though my body doesn't move. Everything invited me to think. Even the normal-looking streetlights made me think about how they worked and what if something happened that caused the streetlights at the intersection to show the same colour at the same time, or for exa

"There is a Catholic Church about two KM from here. Is that okay?" "Well, set the direction; I will drive there." They began to leave the city and through the slightly deserted streets. Night's getting late. But in the sky Rain saw a flash of reddish-yellow light flashing as if the light continued to follow the speed of their vehicle. "What's that?" Rain asked. "I thought it was just a street light, but he can move and keep following us." Jace grinned as he glanced up at the dark sky, where a red light flashed above him.

My choking seemed to snap me out of whatever I was in because one moment I could feel my eyes closed permanently shut, and air as thick and dense as liquid entering my lungs, and the next moment, I stood before a forest. The trees towered over all, animals ran into their hiding spots as if running from something dangerous. The branches of the towering trees crept like hands, promising a destructive hug but even with that, nothing could hide what hung prominently in the sky, casting red lights that bathed the ground. The moon. It was bleeding a bright crimson red.

The skies over Mooncrest were a stormy canvas of dark gray, roiling with tension and streaked with crimson lightning. It was as if the heavens themselves could sense the reckoning about to unfold. The air carried the weight of anticipation—thick, pressing, and sharp enough to slice through bone. On the hill overlooking the ancestral grounds, Kael stood alone, staring toward the horizon where the Crimson Fang banners had begun to appear like bloodstains on the landscape.

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.