Crumbling Mid Air Thief Novels & Stories

She leaned closer to me as she whispered. — We tried a lot of o things doing that week of vacation. I could not forget how we tried some rides like horse riding and the most exciting one was the paragliding. Astrid was so afraid to try it at first, but I guess she enjoyed it as I saw how she had a lot of fun after trying it. I was worried after she told me that she might be throwing up. But as she gradually started to open her eyes and witness the beautiful view up there, she invited Orion and me to try it again.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

His hand flails in the air, and then, he is falling. Screams fill the night air as I watch him, my eyes locked on his. His face contorts in horror. He seems to hang there forever, as if he is treading water, his arms and legs moving, but he is not getting closer to me. He is cutting through the air, the car below his final destination. Stringer is pulling me up, but I keep my eyes on Jeff until I hear the sickening thunk and see the car crumple.

He quickly cleared his throat. “I am in the bathroom.” The other person was about to open when they heard his voice. “Sorry sir I didn’t know it was occupied.” It was one of the junior workers and his voice was shaking from fear. I was relieved my momentum was distu…….. I didn’t finish that as his finger went deep inside. He was not even scared we were almost caught. “How are you calm?” “They are called stolen moments for this reason. The adrenaline, the zeal and anticipation should feel like this.”

Something snapped and blood poured from the unwashed miscreant's face. A massive paw held a man with two black eyes upright in front of Aurelia. “Talk,” Zinjo roared next to the terrified thief's ear. Rows of yellow rotted teeth exposed themselves to the princess, and bloodshot eyes opened wide with fear. “I don't know anything,” The thief cried out. He dared to look around the room, “Are they all dead?” “No, they will sleep for a time,” Zinjo growled softly. A delicate hand slapped the gargoyle visage of the thief, “Name?”

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE The first crack echoed like thunder. CRACK! The crystal sphere split down the middle. Blue light poured through the fracture. The observatory trembled violently. Chunks of marble crashed onto the floor. Dust filled the air. Elias’s voice rang through the chaos. “Everyone out!” Lucien didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Aurora’s hand. “Run!” Vivienne was already moving. She reached Victor first, slicing through the restraints binding his wrists.

The Gears of the Past The transition from the collapsing vault into the subterranean flume was a violent shock of ice-cold mountain water and absolute darkness. Vikram felt the current seize him instantly, dragging him through a narrow, stone-lined conduit that twisted beneath the foundational rock of the Ridge. The water roared in his ears, a deafening sound that masked the final, distant thuds of his grandfather's workshop destroying itself. He held his breath, keeping his arms crossed over his chest to protect the leather satchel containing the silver watch and the glowing vial of ash. Beside him, or perhaps ahead of him in the blackness, Devashish was tumbling through the torrent.

The Last Ascent The sky was collapsing. Reality itself cracked like glass under pressure. BOOOOOOOOM! A massive section of the Bastion broke away and vanished into the void below. Thomas barely kept his footing. Cassian did the same. Eryx landed on a fractured platform beside them. All three Heirs stood on unstable ruins of the floating castle. Above them— the eye watched. Endless. Unblinking. Alive. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not.

When I tried to force myself upward, my skull cracked against a slab of stone, sending a fresh wave of concrete powder into my lungs. "Kof! Kof!" I hunched over, gasping for air that wasn't there. It was a tomb. I couldn't see my own hand, let alone find him. As I fumbled against the jagged edges surrounding me, I realized the collapse had draped the heavy theater ceiling over the rows of seats, pinning us into narrow, claustrophobic pockets of space. "Is anyone alive? Howl if you can hear me!" I screamed, hoping for the sound of a pack, but the Citadel theater remained eerily still.

The sky fractures like glass. Students scream below. The air tears. And for one impossible second Everything freezes. Aidan suspended between light and earth. Choice suspended. Then He screams. Not in pain. In refusal. The heat explodes outward. Not rupture. Not rewrite. Rejection. The golden seam shatters. Light splinters across the sky. The doorway collapses. The lattice disintegrates into nothing. The pressure vanishes instantly. Aidan drops. I catch him. The courtyard is wreckage. Cracked stone.