Crumbling Mid Air Thief Novels & Stories

Then, I heard Jayden cry out as he yanked the steering wheel, slamming the left side of our car…into an out-of-control truck! Agonizing pain struck me, but the first words from Jayden were to ask if Nellie was alright. Nellie was in the passenger seat, safely out of harm's way. What could be wrong with her? I tried to reach for my phone to call 911, but I had no idea where my phone had gone during the crash. I tried to assess my situation despite the pain, and realized my thigh was pinned under the mangled seat. An artery was also slashed open…

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.

He suddenly sobbed. "Crystal, the plane Camella and Cullen board, has crushed"

The chamber around them crumbled into chaos, with pieces of the ceiling smashing down and the ground part open, uncovering a bottomless abyss underneath. The air was thick with the energy of the abyss, a harsh constraint that made it difficult to breathe. Ethan held Clara near as the room around them kept on dropping separately, their grasp on reality slipping away with each passing moment. “We need to move!” Ethan yelled over the stunning thunder of the collapsing chamber. But as they attempted to take a step further, the ground underneath them crumbled apart, sending them tumbling into the void.

He was soaked in water as he held the now injured arm. "Kiara, jump!" He yelled up, but she just stared back at him. "I can't!" "Just fucking jump!" "I'm gonna die, you bastard!" She cried out, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand as she dropped the bag. The door suddenly kicked open, revealing a large man with a large flashlight. She couldn't see his face in the darkness, but she could feel him sprinting towards her. In one shrill cry, she screamed and flew out the window, almost tumbling as she fell and landed on her feet.

Smoke danced on the hole now caressing the sitting room, and it took quite a while for the wind to be able to fan it away. On the fallen debris stood the League whose shirts were stained by blood trickling from all over their body. The style Sheels had bragged about now long ruined, but at the very least they were breathing. “Your father is a mania! How dare he set up a giant crab on my way!” screamed Yara who was on her knees, her hands on her chest as she catches her breath. Perry snorted. She was leaning on the side of the broken wall, her face screwed as she flinched. “Your lucky. Mine has been a damn lion!”

The stench of metallic smell lingered in the air and those who could not bear to look at the bloody ground could only look away. “I had too much fun fighting them that I ended up cutting their heads off. I originally planned to bring them to you in the palace but the three of you surprised me by coming here yourselves.” “You shameless murderer! You shall also be beheaded for treason and for killing the royal concubine!” Lady Mica glared at her, her usual kind attitude towards Emery all gone. But instead of riding along the anger waves, Emery let out a bitter laugh and said, “Ah, that runaway slave who pretended to be pregnant? I know that you know it as well Lady Mica that I was not the one

Bima gave no room for doubt. "Jump!" he yelled, his voice rasping through the electric hum of the air. He pulled Lia and Riska, slamming his feet against the edge of the melting concrete crevice. The world before their eyes looked like a burning painting. Golden binary flames licked the air, releasing the suffocating scent of ozone. Just as they were suspended in mid-air, a giant mechanical hand slammed into the floor behind them, turning the underground passage into a pile of rubble in an instant.

I fought against my restraints, desperate to speak, to warn him about Rosemary, but only muffled cries escaped. Bradley's voice, icy and detached, floated from the speakers, "Fond of thievery, are you? Let's see how you fare without the use of your hands." With a casual flick of his finger, two shadows stepped forward: one pinning my hand, the other brandishing a three-inch nail and a hammer. I knew what was coming. I thrashed wildly, shaking my head at Bradley's image, but my pleas were silent. Helplessly, I watched as the nail approached, piercing my skin and burrowing into the nail bed.

Across the sky panels, I see cracks forming. Each crack pulses in rhythm with the ache inside me. “You want exceptional?” he says softly. “Let’s escalate.” He lifts his hand. The city below freezes. Cars halt mid-motion. People suspended mid-step. Time isolates me. Then— The air tears open beside me. Dylan falls through it. Hard. He lands on one knee, breath ragged, eyes wild. The moment he looks up and sees me— The heat detonates. It is not gentle reunion. It is collision.