Even If The Sky Comes Falling Novels & Stories

Blood running down his face. Eyes glowing like collapsing stars. And when he looked up at the sky The world itself trembled. Because the immortal had just decided… to stop holding back.

The sky trembled violently. The giant from below took another step back. Even the sky creatures— Pulled away. Because something was happening. Something dangerous. The presence spoke again. This time— Sharper. “You are not complete.” Emily’s gaze hardened. “Neither are you.” Silence. Then— The entire sky shattered again. This time— From both sides. A shockwave tore through everything. Marcus fell to one knee. The ground cracked beneath him. He couldn’t even stand anymore. Because this wasn’t power anymore.

I took off for the wild yonder, gazing up at the Milky Way sprawled across the night sky. It was my son's dream. He was a stargazer, an astronomy buff since he was knee-high. On his birthday, he saw his first meteor shower in the wild. Tragically, that same night became his last. I was determined to make his dream come true. The divorce papers, signed by Elias, landed in my mailbox. Maybe it was guilt, but he rewrote the terms, leaving me with a lion's share of our assets. I took it all without batting an eye.

My body felt heavy, like it no longer belonged to me. I could feel myself slipping away, fading bit by bit. My eyes struggled to stay open, then slowly gave in not fighting it anymore. I stared up at the sky, unable to move, unable to scream. The clouds looked strangely beautiful, white and soft against a clear blue sky. Everything felt too calm for something so horrible. The world felt distant, like it was drifting away from me. My thoughts blurred, my strength drained, and all I could do was lie there and watch the sky, thinking how unfair it was that such a beautiful day could feel like my last.

The sensation of being lifted. Maya’s voice again, breaking. “Please, she has to be okay. Please.” I wanted to tell her I was fine. That she didn’t need to worry. But I couldn’t find my way back to consciousness. Couldn’t claw my way out of the dark. So I stopped trying. Let the darkness have me. And dreamed of rain.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"The sky doesn't care about your pride, Aichonne. If you fall, you die. I will not have you dying because you’re too stubborn to accept the only safety left to you." The sky-mount, a gargantuan beast of corded muscle and iridescent, shifting scales, senses our friction. It shrieks, a sound that shreds the low-hanging clouds, and snaps its massive, leathery wings wide. The force of the take-off is a violent, stomach-turning lurch that defies gravity, slamming us against the seat. Aichonne has no choice. The gale-force winds hammer against us, a physical wall that would peel a lesser creature from the saddle. She is forced to abandon her rigid, defiant posture, her slender arms snapping around

Please make your choice. The prompt came again. I closed my eyes and made up my mind. "I'm going home." There was nothing left here worth staying for, no one left worth saving. [Exchange complete. Passage home will now open.] As the words settled, the sky shifted. A crimson glow spread overhead as the earth began to tremble, a deep rumble rolling beneath our feet. "It's a sign from the heavens!" The crowd erupted in celebration. People cheered, pointed at the sky, and praised what they believed was a blessing.

Meeran brushed off Sikandar’s hands, “But I won’t take you to them.” “Please, he is going to kill the author and shut down AI. There's no telling what that will do to our world,” Sikandar pleaded. “Relax!” Meeran shrugged, “Killing one person and shutting down a bot can’t affect our world.” “Guys,” Ayesha got everyone’s attention, “What’s happening to the sky?” The boys looked up and were shocked to see the sky cracking like eggshells. Between the cracks various texts glowed.

“It’s getting dark.” For the first time, Sky didn’t answer right away. Then she said, carefully, “We can try calling Klaus.” I stopped walking. “No.” “Mira—” “No,” I repeated, shaking my head. “I don’t need him.” Sky groaned loudly. “Oh my God, here we go.” “I mean it,” I said, my voice firm even though my chest hurt. “Even if the sky falls, I don’t need him.” “That’s not the point!”

The sky was falling. Neither rain nor snow, but something more dire. Black shards dropped through a sereg of blue sky, flawless and deadly as they blanketed all things—the tents, the arms, the upturned faces of her people. Ash. It blanketed the world in mortuary gray and transformed their haven into something from a horror. "There are no fires," the pack's elder, Elena, replied softly. She stretched out her hand to catch the snow falling from the sky and winced as it dissolved on her skin. "Where is this coming from?"