Cogeian Sky Embry Novels & Stories

"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, to his surprise, Hannah jolted up from the bed as if she had been shocked. Jack was in the dark about the full terms of the agreement, unaware that one of the grievances was Hannah's abortion, done to clear the way for Jack's future child. "Why? Is it wrong to want a child for Jack? Jack's dying, with just six months left. In the end, won't I still be with you? If it bothered you, why didn't you say something sooner?"

Every instinct screams at me to turn back to the safety of the bridge. The canopies of the remaining pods suddenly open, exposing my companions still in hibernation, utterly unaware of the impending danger. The monitors have either malfunctioned, or this is a safety device. I force myself not to panic as my breathing becomes labored from the lack of oxygen. I have almost reached Beth. She stares up at me, and I can see relief in her eyes. There is no time to consider the consequences. I rip out her tubes and remove the restraints. Globular clusters of blood and fluid float upward to the widening fracture and disappear. Beth stretches out a hand, “Skye, help me,” she whispers.

Remy steps up beside me, dire-coyote form towering, golden eyes blazing. Remy: “Coyote Club rule number ten: When the Sky Court crashes your first week of college— you remind them who actually owns the horizon.” The first wave of Sky soldiers dives. We meet them halfway. The war for the sky starts now. And we’re not the ones who are scared.

It was a Sunday afternoon yet the sky was gloomy. The sun that’s supposed to dazzle is nowhere to be found and the cold breeze blew on my way. I’ve watched the news last night, they said it will be a clear day today but the sky shows otherwise. We’ve decided to celebrate our friend’s birthday in the garden but we will have a hard time now that the rain threatens to pour down. “Hey, can you help me decide which design suits the theme the most? I need to finish this before Unira arrives,” my friend uttered.

Chapter sixteen: A new dawn Late summer sunshine gilded the facade of Montrose Hall as Isabelle Montrose stepped into the grand gallery annex, her breath catching at the sight before her. Rows of mahogany easels displayed her charcoal and watercolor drawings—renderings of flickering embers, twisting serpents, interlaced keys, and the silver blue flame she and Alexander had kindled in Saint Brigid’s crypt. Each piece was accompanied by a brief inscription in flowing Latin and English, celebrating the Ember Circle’s rebirth in truth.

The group made their way down to the ninth basement level, where the massive incubation chamber was located. This was Monty's research base. "Sovereign Snow, look." On one of the incubation beds, the giant egg was already two-thirds broken. The creature inside was almost fully visible. What in the world was that thing? Gideon and the others were stunned. They had expected some high-level beast, something like the Azure Skyroc they had seen on Mount Immortal. Instead, it was a small, pitch-black bird. Gideon took a close look and saw nothing remarkable about the black bird. He couldn't help but feel disappointed.

to row back to the shore, something happened beneath them. The boat began to rock vigorously. Startled, the twins grabbed the edge of the boat and looked at each other with scared, wide eyes. "What's going on? Todd!" Emily cried. As the swamp Waters around them began to wave back and forth Emily let go of the boat sides and flung her arms around her brother. Todd kept a firm grip on the sides of the boat and looked around bewildered. "I don't know Emily!" He grabbed a hold of his sister as a large grey claw grabbed the boat and lifted it slowly out of the water. The twins shrieked in fear. Five skinny, long fingers covered in what appeared to be boils had a hold of them. They sat very stil

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

The sky over Earth didn’t just change color; it underwent a violent, atmospheric transmutation. It didn’t turn the shimmering gold of the Sovereign’s song or the pale silver of the Northern frost. It turned a deep, brilliant, and terrifying emerald—the color of a dying star or a new beginning. From the three Great Nodes—the shattered Spire in the North, the obsidian pyramid in the Red Wasteland, and the Vane Spire in the heart of Aethelgard—three massive pillars of solid light shot upward, piercing the bruised clouds and meeting at a single, theoretical point in the upper ionosphere.