Chasing Clouds Book Novels & Stories

Huga replied calmly but his wand was already moving to send an attack. Creos smirked and quickly threw Raizel's spirit in the vortex he created, then took his halberd and deflect the coming attack. "Sorry, kid. Fate will decide your life, there's just isn't enough time." The man closed the vortex, but before it closed completely, she heard him whispered, "Chase it, kid. Chase the ordinary life you want." And then black out.

But I also knew that the entire world ran on some laws, not on emotions and logic. In the middle of the highway, I looked up at the drifting clouds. In my teenage, I used to look at the clouds and assume the unusual shapes as Fiama. I wanted to see her everywhere around me, not only in my dreams. But nothing on this earth seemed to be as beautiful as her. Only the beautiful clouds could match the intensity of her beauty. I could imagine her again in that clump of clouds.

She traced the cover’s text with her fingers, a perfect humming of melody matched Clara’s current mood. In fast yet soft steps, she headed to her favorite spot in a single high-chair sofa placed beside the open window. It had never been there, but Clara took it upon herself to move it where she wanted it. Just a single turn of the page then she’d be off to her own world. But for some unknown reason, a cold wriggled in every fiber of her body, making her teeth chatter. Sitting by the window side, she witnessed the strong black atmosphere cocoon the palace. Clouds gathered, a silver fade, from soft whites to the strongest of gray. The wind blew so strong it could rip even the largest and talle

Dang. "I-I might help..." Jus said and put down her books on the floor before she raised her hands in the air and waved it swiftly like the wind. Chloe nearly bugged her eyes out when clouds of dust around the area started to move with the wind and became a ball of dust. Chloe ducked when the ball started to go berserk, bouncing from wall to wall until it dropped to the unknown outside the window. Chloe ran towards the balcony and saw the clouds of dust down the alley with some people coughing out. The brown-haired girl stepped back as the angry victims looked up and started to shout. She looked at Jus with wide eyes and jaw dropped.

he said without turning back. His figure slowly disappeared into the distance, leaving her behind. "Goodbye, Allen," Serene whispered to herself. And with that, the chapter of their story was finally closed.

As his words fell. The clouds were swirling outside the window, the sky that was clear suddenly turned cloudy. People on the street were hurrying up, trying to find a place to shelter from the rain. There was only one black motorcycle, like it could cut through all the clouds, and it rushed towards the deepest part of the clouds. Amelia sensed Elijah's scent and finally stopped near a roadside café. It was a round outdoor square with a lawn and food trucks, very colorful and beautiful.

He was always surrounded by people, always moving forward, and I stayed on the edges, content to admire him from afar. Looking back, I wonder if that’s where it all began—my fascination with him, my desire to be part of his world. Lyle Grayson was the kind of person who made you believe in possibilities, and for a while, I let myself believe in them too.

I had only glimpsed him from a distance then. I thought he seemed cold and distant then, though his deep, dark eyes were bright. At least they were shining when he looked at me. But… Why would he keep my photo, even placing it on his desk where he could easily reach it? "What are you looking at so intently?" Clayton walked in as he passed the study and noticed the light. He came closer when he saw me standing by the desk, staring fixedly at a book. When he realized I was looking at the photograph, his expression instantly froze, and his ears gradually turned red.

They moved to the next door. Door 2 Kenny and Hannah tore into their envelope, her hands trembling as she read aloud, “I creep across the ground and leave shallow traces. I come at dawn from riverbeds and graces.” “Shadow?” Kenny blurted, squinting at the words like they’d make more sense if he glared harder. “Clouds?” Hannah tried, her voice barely a whisper. The timer blared. They were shoved inside. Fog rolled in, thick and red, the metallic tang of blood spraying across the walls.

“There was… comfort. as the storm passed, but something stayed.” Chloe hugged one arm lightly across her stomach, thinking. “I think that’s the difference,” she said. “Clara chased the thrill. But you… You found a connection in the middle of chaos. Even if it started the same way.” She let out a quiet breath, her expression softening. “And maybe that’s what makes it dangerous in a different way,” she added. “Because now it’s not just about the moment. Now there’s a possibility.” She glanced down at the diary again, a hint of curiosity flickering in her eyes.