Cahaya Merah Di Langit Novels & Stories

Later that night, the wind died down to a mournful whistle. Jack couldn't sleep. The energy of the serum was humming in his blood, a constant low-voltage vibration. He climbed the maintenance ladder to the roof of the bunker. The sky was a canvas of violent art. The Aurora Borealis was churning, great ribbons of purple and blood-red tearing through the usual green. "Red sky at night, sailors delight," a voice said from the shadows near the ventilation stack. "Red sky at morning, sailors take warning. What does red sky at midnight mean?"

After a while, our eyes adjusted to the light, and I could see that the sun was about to rise. However, there is something strange in the sky. Instead of the normal sun, It was a deep red sun, rising from the east and making its way to the west. Even though I am not a science student, I have read about the sun. It was said that the Sun would have to emit only green light for our eyes to perceive it as green. This means the actual colour of the sun is white. This is because the Earth's atmosphere scatters blue light more efficiently than red light. This slight deficit in blue light means the eye perceives the colour of the sun as yellow.

The intense assortment of yellow, orange and pink colors all over the sky with the fiery orange sun going below the water, rays of pink, orange and yellow reflected on the water. ******

he thought "Where is Asher?" He turned to ask Liam who shrugged his hands. Then, without warning, the sky exploded in a shower of red and orange flames as a lightning bolt split the heavens in two. The air hums with raw energy as the heavens began to light up, bolts of lightning arcing and dancing across the sky in a fantastic display of power and majesty.

“The forbidden are no more.” But far above, the clouds swirled red and gold, forming two streaks of light — one bright, one dark — twining together as they rose toward the heavens. And those who looked up swore they saw two spirits holding hands, vanishing into the sun.

I snapped, feeling uneasy. “It’s the sky... You have to see it,” he replied, sounding unsettled. I sighed and followed him outside. What was so important about the sky? But as soon as I saw it, my breath caught in my throat. The sky was red. An omen. “Is someone dead?” I asked, my voice low. A red sky usually meant someone of Alpha blood had died. Ivar shook his head. “No... but something’s different. This is... something else.”

Upon realising this, things started to change. Heavy clouds began to plague the full moon and the stars all over the night’s sky, promising a heavy storm that was yet to come. What’s strange was that the clouds weren’t white, but something between orange and red, making the moon crimson in colour, and the picturesque—gloomy.

I look around at the familiar setting of the gorgeous outdoor t***s bar lit up by fairy lights that sits right on the waterfront in Barcelona. The sun is just starting to set here, casting a spectacular glow along the horizon and filling the sky with breathtaking shades of red as the large ball of orange disappears into the ocean. The colour red is so intense it looks like the sky is on fire. “Where are we?” Isolde asks. “You don’t know?” I ask in surprise.

He needs immediate care because it looks like he had lost a lot of blood. The early morning sun rises on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the sky. Its soft rays pierce through the cool, misty air, creating a serene atmosphere that calms the senses and soothes the soul. The sun's vibrant light illuminates the world, revealing the intricate details of nature and painting the landscape with shades of orange, pink, and red.

The sky above them changed to blood red in response to her rage. “S…s…she’s a celestial.”