Crumbling Mid Air Thief Novels & Stories

The cracking sounds in the air made others feel as if their hearts were about to explode. "The Fierce Tiger's Eleven Consecutive Kicks!" Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Brayden's figure once again flew in mid-air, and every part of his bones made loud cracking sounds as his flesh exploded. As he was thrown in mid-air, Brayden was just like juicy watermelon, being squeezed until it exploded. Then, blood sprinkled all over like rain on leaves, making rattling sounds and splatting countless blood spots as it hit the ground.

For instance, there was no way to undo regret or get my life back. Soon, the sounds of police sirens filled the air. Several police officers then approached the scene, taking in the bizarre sight. There was a man in tattered clothing trying to slip checks into a private hospital's paramedic's clothes, a horribly frozen corpse in a curled-up position, and my ledger notes scattered on the ground—notes in which I asked Mom and Dad to sell my organs for money. The officers quickly secured the scene and began checking everybody's identification as usual. "Alright, show me your ID! Who is the dead person here? And what do all these notes on the ground mean?"

The crack widened rapidly. The floor began collapsing beneath everyone. Jax grabbed Noah before he slipped. Mira jumped across broken concrete pieces smoothly. Zane disappeared into shadows again. Sera pulled Tess toward safer ground. Elara nearly fell— until Lena caught her hand. Then Lena’s injured ankle gave out. Pain exploded through her leg. She slipped instantly. The broken floor crumbled beneath her. Riven grabbed her arm at the last second. Their eyes locked. Her body dangled over complete darkness. The creatures screamed around them.

"Y​ou have‌ no m‌oney, Ali‌stair. You h‌ave no guar​ds left outside. Yo⁠u have a pla⁠ne that can​'t t⁠ake off​, and‍ a piec‍e of steel i​n your hand that won't save your‍ legacy from the s​hredder." A look‌ of absolute‍, crushing realiz⁠ation washed ove​r A‌listair’s features.​ The arist‍ocratic arrog‍ance that had d⁠efined⁠ his e⁠ntire‍ life seemed to evaporate in an in‍stant, le‍aving behind a frail,‌ br‌o‌k⁠en old man standing in t⁠h‍e belly of a cold cargo plane‌. His eyes da​rte‍d from Celeste⁠ to​ Dami​e‌n‍,‍ realizing that the trap he had‌ spent m‍ont​h​s building had compl‌etely‍ snapped shut on his own​ neck.

I cried and pulled the tax back to the front to the case to intercept. KRACK WUMM! The massive titanium tiles of the steel bulges struck on the stone ground of the internal oceans. A giant cloud of dead mud and sulfur blew up. The Rover slipped a few meters over the rock before he had a heavy metal branches came to stand. I fell in my seat together. The gel in my lungs lifted and lowered hard. “Everything all?” I asked in the radio without breathing. Silas, whose hands trembled while he kept his pad

Suddenly, she let out a shriek that did not sound human. It was as if something inside her had been ripped away in an instant. The last trace of stolen luck, the final thing that had never belonged to her, vanished completely. All the consequences she had built up came crashing down at once, like a volcano that had been waiting to erupt. A sharp crack split the air. Above the stage, the massive LED screen flickered violently, sparks bursting out in a blinding flash. The steel cables holding it snapped. The enormous screen plunged downward with a deadly roar, straight toward Cecilia.

His hands bit into my waist, then released as soon as my feet found purchase, just long enough to steady, not long enough to linger. Behind us, the rescued girl and Grant followed, the older woman right after. One step, two— The makeshift stair under Corvin’s foot **crumbled**. He slipped. There was nothing under him but open air. He didn’t make a sound at first. His body jerked, weight dropping. His hand shot out instinctively, catching the edge of the broken stair above—but the stone there was already disintegrating in slow, hissing pieces. For one heart-stopping second, half his body hung over the void, suspended only by crumbling stone and willpower.

Liam let’s go of me and I fell to the ground, my heart writhing in pain, it felt unreal, it felt like some thing that shattered me into different pieces. “The maids will come for you in a few seconds, get up for. The flow and tomorrow morning when you come to serve me, I need you to have a smile on your face; I need you to be good or else there would be another body on the floor and only this time it’s someone you may end up caring about.” He threatened.

As the circle shattered, the ground shook violently beneath them. Camela and Vincent held onto each other tightly as their world crumbled beneath them. The voice of the paper-based figure boomed over the collapsing chaos: "If you refuse to betray each other…Then I will choose who betrays you." With a loud sound of explosion, the ground split apart, sending them flying away from each other. Camela reached desperately for Vincent’s hand but he was engulfed by darkness first before she could grasp his hand. Her scream echoed through the collapsing hall— And she fell alone.

I couldn’t stop. Not until they were all dead. Not until the palace was safe. Not until Aeron was safe. One leapt onto my back. I twisted mid-air and slammed him into the stone, breaking his spine with a sickening crunch. I landed in a crouch, blood dripping from my arms. Another one lunged. I caught his wrist, snapped it, and flung him into his comrade. They crashed into a burning cart, the flames swallowing their screams. One after the other, they fell.