Even If The Sky Comes Falling Novels & Stories

"The Codex—it's erased." "No," Ceres whispered. "It's fulfilled." Xavier leaned against the altar. "She broke it with a choice. And gave us one in return." Veyna entered, panting. "The sky—come outside. You need to see this." Outside the Temple—Nightfall The sky was ablaze. Not with war. Not with magic. But with falling lights. Glowing streaks, like shooting stars, traced the horizon in graceful silence. Children across Flamewatch cried out in wonder. Wolves lifted their heads in quiet awe.

I am on my back. I don’t remember falling. The sky above is a mockery of blue. My throat is raw. I must be screaming but I can’t hear it over the silent, cosmic shriek shredding my mind. Every minor regret we’ve ever anchored, every tiny “what if” we’ve soothed, they were feathers. This is the mountain. This is the planet crashing down. Arthur.

Falling should have meant silence. Instead, it came with his name tearing from my throat and the terrifying certainty that the man reaching for me might no longer belong to the world I knew. --- I was falling. Not slipping. Not stumbling. Falling clean and endless, like gravity itself had decided to make an example of me. The wind tore the scream from my lungs as the penthouse lights vanished above, replaced by darkness streaked with broken glass and city glow far below. My arms flailed uselessly, grasping for anything anyone.

Dad, Liam, Heather… Everyone… Everyone… My gaze moves to the sky, and moon of the darkest bloodiest red watches me. I swear I can see blood falling from the moon at rocket speed hitting the ground. The end. This is the end.

Love the way you are. - ------------_----------_-------------_------------------------------- Sometimes I wonder what if everything is an illusion, and behind it is a fairy tale. Then I see my head and watch the sky. That neverending sky has craved so many tears in my eyes. That makes people believe; it is good to have flaws, it is good to feel them because that's the only thing that makes the struggle real.

“I’ll never let ” The floor disappears. The world tips. And we fall. Not alone. Not separate. Together. With Ares’s gold catching us like a net at the bottom of a starless sky.

He held Elodie against him, shielding her body with his. The floor was now above them. The windows were below. And outside, the amber sky was cracking. Large, jagged pieces of the atmosphere were falling toward the Earth. "It's not hatching," Victor rasped, looking through the glass at the falling sky. "It's collapsing." A massive, golden claw—larger than a skyscraper—reached through the crack in the sky. It grabbed the top of the Empire State Building and crushed it like a dry twig. "Maya?" Elodie whispered, staring at the claw.

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ The sky is alive. It's weird to say, but it’s the only way to describe it. The first batch of falling stars was beautiful, but this next one... I don’t think words can describe them. Hundreds—no, thousands—of streaks fall at once, each one a different shade this time. Silver, violet, deep blue, gold. It’s like the universe decided to spill its colors across the night, and I’m just lucky enough to be here to see it.

Something loyal. Something patient. Something waiting. The sky hadn’t just fallen. It had been pulled down deliberately. And we were standing at the center of its collapse.

Cerise thinks, Desperate to see her only star among the red, dark sky. The morning comes, and the sky remains blood-colored. Joy-I weeps like a child, far from the mature image she always puts on. Yzander and the doctor stood at the corner, as suspicious as ever. Halo and Nicholas struggle to keep sleeping, as the murmurs and crying stop them from doing so.