Clouds Of Witness Novels & Stories

Not that she was complaining, she loved the mystery. Crouching low on the moss-coated ridge, her eyes scanned the horizon. “Clouds,” she whispered. “Everywhere.” The clouds weren’t just in the sky. They rolled and drifted between the trees like smoke, glowing faintly in shades of white, gold, and violet. She had heard rumors that the CloudClaw pack’s sky was never clear. Rumor had it that their witches had bound the weather itself to their will. But seeing it…breathe… was something else entirely.

"Make sure you open that birthday gift. Consider it... the last time I prepare something for you to make you happy." Carter's mind was completely occupied with Ella. He did not care what she said. He turned his head away and let out a cold snort. "What a stupid gift. I don't want it. Staying away from Ella would be the best gift you could give me!" Winona let out a soft laugh and did not answer. Carter's wish would come true very soon. … An hour later, Winona arrived at the airport with her luggage. "Wyatt, please pull the security footage from the pool area today and send a copy to Mr. Rhodes."

Faint murmurs could be heard but it wasn't so disturbing. That was the exact type of place that Sharlene needed to write her criticism. She took the seat that was right next to the window. Outside the window was the backyard of the library. It was quite wide, but people rarely went there. It was designed with flowers and bushes and a small way. The scene was refreshing. Sharlene started writing. ....... Voluminous and slightly blood-flecked clouds had taken over the sky. The weather was cold and gloomy. Daniel had already arrived there, he saw a guy standing there, wearing black pants and a hoodie.

The stars above a blinding array of colour and pale bright light, the very sight of it stole my breath. They were an audience, come witness my vengeance. I suspected they’ve witness a great deal atrocities over their long lives and would witness a great many more. But tonight I felt they had come to watch mine, to see me spill blood in the name of justice. To watch as I righted the wrongs committed against me, to watch me burn that town liars and fakes to the ground.

⸻ Back in the sky— clouds drifted slowly. ⸻ The world moved. ⸻ Time passed. ⸻ And somewhere beyond— ⸻ the observers remained. ⸻ Not as judges. ⸻ Not as rulers. ⸻ But as something else. ⸻ Witnesses to something rare. ⸻ Something unfinished. ⸻ Something— ⸻ continuing. ⸻ Back in the system— Aria spoke one last time. ⸻ Not to anyone.

Here's the thing about the witness protection program that I didn't think about prior. You get your documents and a new identity, but you still look the same. Sure, they gave me some highlights and a new style, but essentially I still looked like Emery Starr, and that's why I felt a constant pang of paranoia.

The outline of a person. The First Witness stared at it with ancient sorrow. "The final choice," they whispered. "...begins now." The shadow took its first step toward the light.

“Hey, hey, breathe.” She looked up, tears streaking her face. “It’s not choosing randomly.” Miren frowned. “What do you mean?” “It’s choosing… who can carry it.” The witness shifted again, this time toward the crowd. Not to the loudest. Not to the angriest. To a quiet man at the edge, hands shaking, eyes steady. He whispered, “I can remember without hating.” The witness settled. The coalition felt it like a line being crossed. ‘Observer has executed selection,’ a presence said.

So I asked Lucas and seek for an answer. "Master, as you can see, here in Tórshavn, the weather is always cloudy and gloomy..." Yep, I knew 'bout that. "Because, Tórshavn is the cloudiest place in the world. In this specific spot, it was like you can really reach the clouds with your fingertips." Lucas did raise his hands, as if he was really touching the clouds.