Novel & Cerita Crumbling Mid Air Thief

"We can't stop! The floor is tilting!" She was right. The entire Citadel was sliding. The glacier beneath it was cracking, sliding toward the sea. Tristan and Saoirse sprinted across the hangar floor. The ground lurched beneath them, throwing them off balance. "Jump!" Vane’s voice boomed over the train’s external speakers. Vane swung the Mammoth around, bringing the side hatch close to them. Saoirse grabbed the ladder first. She scrambled up, hauled inside by Zephyr. Tristan grabbed the bottom rung.

It crashes to the tile. I drag it to the bedroom door. I wedge the corner of the bathroom door into the crack. A lever. I brace my feet against the wall. I pull with everything I have. CRACK. The frame shatters. The deadbolt rips free of the dry rot. The bedroom door swings open. I sprint down the hallway. It’s empty. Ghostly. I fly down the stairs, skipping steps, my hand sliding down the railing. The clubhouse is silent. Eerily silent.

Mang Ali replied, speeding off to find a nearby hospital. Haikal followed behind in the Mini Cooper with the broken driver’s side window. He didn’t turn on the AC and left the window open. Meanwhile, the four thugs started getting up from the ground, all sore. They were battered and bruised from William’s beating alone. "Ugh, damn it! We failed to kidnap Emmy. Don’t let Miss Vanessa find out we messed up. Tomorrow we’ll stake out her house again to find another chance, guys!" Wiro said—the most skilled fighter of the group.

With my graduation cap in one hand, I hailed down a taxi and gave the driver direction to Liam's apartment. During the ride, my heart kept thudding faster as I dialed his number again. The voicemail beeped again. “Liam, if you’re ghosting me on graduation eve, I swear I’ll—” My voice cracks and I couldn't finish the sentence. “Please, just... just answer.” As soon as the taxi screeched to a halt in front of Liam's apartment, I paid the driver and jumped out of the car. My legs felt like jelly as I nervously rode the elevator to Liam's apartment floor.

"Platinum Level. Executive Assistant privileges. I’ve been saving this for a rainy day." "Ben," I pointed upward, where the ceiling of the silo was vibrating. Dust was sifting down. "It’s not raining. The sky is falling." Above us, miles of rock and ice were groaning. The Fenrir's Fang flagship was bombarding the surface, and the shockwaves were finally reaching this deep. The "Neo-Thule" underground city was collapsing. We had minutes, maybe seconds. Ben ran to the pedestal and slapped the card on the scanner. BEEP-BOOP.

A kick fluttered against her palm—*alive, alive, alive. The pilot’s voice crackled over the intercom. “Ma’am, we’ve got company.” She jerked upright. Through the clouds, a black jet loomed, its tail emblazoned with the Vanclair crest. The co-pilot screamed. “They’re locking onto us—!” The world exploded in light. **Chapter 15: Gone**

"And you never stop lying." She tilted her head. "I gave you a chance. You threw it away." I aimed the gun at her, cocking it. "This is over tonight." A sly smile rose up her mouth, "Is it?" The ground beneath my feet groaned. I had no time to move out of the way as the entire building came down. Falling into the Unknown The ground beneath us collapsed. I dangled in mid-air for a second before my body fell onto wreckage. Agony burst in every direction as I rolled blindly in the dark.

"Just a little farther!" Suddenly, a loud crackling sound filled the air, and the floor beneath us trembled. Dimitri's grip on my arm tightened. "What was that?" I cried, panic rising in my voice. "The stairs are collapsing!" Dimitri yelled back. "We have to jump!" Without hesitation, Dimitri swept me into his arms and leaped from the crumbling stairs. Time seemed to slow as we hung in mid-air, the flames below us like a raging inferno. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for impact.

For all we know there could be another batch of hired thugs waiting somewhere. Crush follows behind the honey gold wolf, his coat picking up hints of light through the trees. The sun will be setting in a few minutes and it’s a wonder they didn’t wait until dark to strike. *Rogues are stupid, but Isaac wanted us to see him,* Crush warns. Sure enough, Hunter stops at a sheet of paper. Crush sticks his nose in it, though with a wolf’s eyes you can’t make out letters well enough to read. The stench is rotten, it reeks of cigars and grease.

Chapter 27: A Crumbling Reality Evie's world spun into a dizzying vortex of light and shadow. Debris rained down around her, sharp edges threatening to tear through her flesh. The cavern, once a prison, was now a tomb, collapsing in upon itself as the corrupted Wellspring's power raged out of control. A scream tore from her throat, but it was lost in the deafening roar of the collapsing world. Just as she braced herself for impact, a strong arm grabbed her, pulling her back from the falling debris. Liam, his face scratched and pale, scrambled to his feet, dragging her with him. They stumbled through the chaos, the air thick with dust and the acrid scent of ozone.