Crumbling Mid Air Thief Novels & Stories

Her head hung low and her belongings crutched under her shoulder in an old bag. She didn't know what to do next and she wasn't even bothered. She looked up at the sky and felt rain drops on her face and then it began pour down. She sighed. Red, the carefree thief was penniless, homeless and now cold.

Concrete slabs crashed into the rising water, sending violent waves slamming against the highest platform. The impact threw everyone off balance as icy seawater swallowed the last dry ledges. Damien gripped the railing with one hand while holding Hope steady with the other. “Theo, secure those carriers! We lose them and everything ends here.” Mia pulled herself up beside them, water streaming from her hair, lungs burning from the cold. “Hope, widen the light bubble. The newborns are going under!”

He ran, jumping from one fracturing sheet of glass to another as the entire ground fell away behind him, swallowed by the rising, freezing subterranean ocean. Above, the massive, sky-darkening shadow of the Hyperion aircraft carrier broke through the clouds, lowering its massive cargo bay ramp. Jack performed a final, desperate leap, clearing the collapsing crater edge and slamming onto the metal ramp of the flying carrier, the nanolaminate forge bubbling beneath him in the collapsing abyss. The Hyperion engines roared as it shot back into the stratosphere, leaving the collapsing desert floor behind. [The Forge is Ours] Command Deck, Hyperion.

Hit the limestone. It hissed. The wall started to bubble. To dissolve. The pressure on my back changed. Shifted. The ceiling wasn’t dropping straight down anymore. It was tilting. Toward the weak wall. “NOW!” Dominic roared. I didn’t think. I moved. Threw myself sideways as the section I’d been holding collapsed. Hit the ground rolling, bones snapping, shifting mid-roll. Human. Naked. Bleeding. Broken. The ceiling crashed down where I’d been. Where we’d been.

"I want you to promise me something, Sierra, and I don't want you to ever break this promise." "I don't want you to get into trouble anymore. I want you to leave this life of crime. I don't want you to be known as the jewel thief." "Promise that you won't steal anymore." "I promise, Ares, I won't be bad anymore." He wrapped his arms around me. I'd be good for Ares and Molly. "Shall I go home now?" I nodded quietly.

She was no longer protecting a sanctuary; she was defending a target. "We're leaving," Meilin told the Child-Arthur. "Collect the moonstone shards. We’re going into the Mid-Zone. If the Slums want to sell us out, they can try to find us in the smoke." The Mid-Zone: The Broken King Two levels up, in the rusted graveyard of an old automated car factory, Leo Thorne crawled out of the wreckage of his pod.

Christopher sobbed into his collar. Miguel did not answer. He was already looking up. Jairo did not wait for applause. The landing behind him gave a sharp, splintering crack. Flames burst through the wall to his right. The only exit left was the first-floor window behind him—glass already shattered from heat. He turned, ran three steps, and dove. Flame kissed his back as he cleared the frame. The hem of his shirt ignited midair before the wind of his fall smothered it. He hit the courtyard ground hard, the sound of bone striking stone sharp and wrong.

A chill that has nothing to do with the wind skates down my spine. "Drone!" Francesco roars. He lunges for me, covering me with his body. Just as he reaches me, a sharp crack echoes from the roof above us and the drone explodes. It disintegrates in a shower of plastic and sparks, struck mid-air by a sniper round from the concealed nest on the chimneystack. The wreckage tumbles out of the sky, crashing onto the stone terrace ten feet away from me. It skids across the pavers, a smoking pile of twisted metal.

Her bullet shattered the screen beside the detonator, shards flew, sparks burst, but it was too late. De Marco slammed his palm down, there was a deafening roar as the ground trembled and cracks began to split through the marble floor like veins of lightning beneath their feet as the foundation gave way with a monstrous groan. Massimo lunged for Talana, grabbed her wrist just as the world collapsed beneath them. “Massimo!” Her scream echoed through the falling dust and darkness as the floor vanished, and what followed was nothing but the sound of stone and fire. The fall wasn’t clean. It was violent, stone, steel cables, blistering heat and gravity conspiring all at once. Talana’s back slamm

I broke it. I ducked a blow that would’ve shattered my ribs and slammed a pipe into his left knee. Not enough to drop him, but enough to make him shift weight. I used that second to shove him back into a stack of crates. J yelled behind me. “Carl, left!” I twisted and narrowly avoided a shot from a second MiB coming down the ramp. Schnell grabbed a weapon from the wall, something magnetic and experimental, and fired a blue-white bolt that knocked the second MiB clean over the railing and down into the chasm.