Clear Sky Warriors Novels & Stories

Perhaps there would no longer be a place for the Dark Race in the Northern Wilderness if they did not take out Lucas. All of a sudden, the Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen, the army of zombies, and the Genetic Fighters of the Fire Praying Tribe charged at Lucas. "Attention to all Genetic Fighters of the Sky Hawk Organization. Get out of the city and slaughter the Dark Race and those from the Fire Praying Tribe!" Following Shawn's order, the gates of Sky Hawk Base City flung open. Subsequently, many Genetic Fighters rushed out of the city. "Demon senior, what's next?"

I refuse to allow myself to look away. After my eyes adjust, I look around at my surroundings. The sky stretches endlessly above me, gray-blue and streaked with slow-moving clouds. I stare at it like it might disappear if I blink too long. I forgot how big it was. Forgot how... exposed it feels. Like standing under something that sees everything. "Move," the guard snaps behind me. This time, I do. The path curves away from the prison, winding along the mountainside until it opens into a wide clearing carved into the rock. And that's where I see them.

When our palms met, the fierce, unshakeable resonance of our mate bond surged between us, steadying my racing pulse. We turned and walked out of the tent into the freezing morning. The strike force had already gathered in the central clearing. Sixty-eight warriors stood in silent formation, their breath rising in synchronized, pale plumes against the iron sky. Jarek’s Frostpeak warriors formed the northern vanguard, their white bear pelts making them look like ghosts against the dusting of fresh snow. Reka’s Shadowfang archers stood to the flank, quivers bristling with black-fletched broadhead arrows. Kael and Marcus stood at the center, leading twenty of our heaviest melee fighters.

Richard said feeling somewhat guilty. "Don't mind him, he dated almost all my friends in highschool, I think is time for me to payback," she explained. "I don't think you will be able to do that," Thomas said. They talked for minutes before they noticed that the sky was getting cloudier. "It seems like is going to rain soon," Richard informed and they all looked at the sky. "You are right, we should probably head back," Achuba suggested. "It was really fun having you guys here today," Thomas's sister said.

~Dainin~ It was the middle of the afternoon when the sky opened, releasing a light drizzle over the crowd. The onlookers in the stands, and the warriors on the practice field, rejoiced as the cool rain gave them a break from the relentless humidity. Everyone from Dainin’s pack joined Blue Ridge to watch hundreds of the region’s warriors work their way through the rigorous tests and obstacles. It was not only a test of strength but also teamwork. The Warriors taking charge of the group needed to prove they deserved a higher rank in the guard.

Keiran’s POV The winged wolves still in the clearing rose into the sky, flapping hard, and fled, some toward the tear, some away from it, as if they didn’t even trust the opening anymore. We had won the ground. But the war had already reached town. My father’s wolf turned sharply, snarling orders through the link. WARRIORS, TOWN. NOW. AETHERFANGS ARE IN THE SKY. PROTECT THE BUNKERS. PROTECT THE CHILDREN.

"You still think Skye's just some regular programmer?" Edward's tone was sharp with disbelief. "She's a top-tier hacker I managed to bring back through old connections! Letting her date you back then was me doing you a favor." Julian froze for several seconds, stunned speechless. When he finally found his voice again, it was full of incredulity. "Her?!" "Yes, her!" Edward barked, his patience gone. "Skye was the best match I could've arranged for you, and look what you've done! You went and got another woman pregnant—what a disgrace!"

However, they gathered around before dispersing without touching my body. The sky burial practitioners were surprised by this. "The vultures aren't eating the corpse!" They exchanged looks. "Only those who have committed evil deeds are forsaken by the vultures during a sky burial." I looked at the vultures who hovered, unwilling to leave yet also not eating my corpse. A bitter smile painted my lips. It seemed Gideon had been right all along. I was an evil person who didn't even deserve to have a sky burial. The sky burial practitioners looked at my body, feeling distressed. Gideon said helplessly, "Let's collect the corpse and contact her family to pick her up. Since she's an Emperian, she c

★𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖆 The journey to the Sky-Claw Foothills was a blur of exhausting silence and relentless vigilance. I rode alongside Zeva, the Sky-Claw emissary, who was now less a political observer and more a necessary, highly competent partner. The terrain quickly morphed from Silvermoon’s protective forests to the harsh, wind-battered highlands that served as the Sky-Claw's defensive barrier.

I pushed my hair out of my eyes, forcing my head up despite how heavy it felt. The clearing elapsed around me like a stage I’d been thrown onto. Warriors stood in a tight circle, their bodies boiling and armor dripping from the river spray. The silver markings painted on their faces glowed faintly in the limelight. Every spear tip was angled inward, toward me and Zeus, as if I was something dangerous.