Novel & Cerita Fear The Sky

He didn’t want to think about it. Sky laughed again in his usual manipulative slow way, savoring every reaction he drew out from his prey. “Oh… someone’s jealous,” he teased, brushing a finger lightly along Azxel’s arm. “Or… maybe you just don’t want me touching your little friend, the way I made you feel .... That night?” Azxel’s fists clenched, his whole body tense. He wanted to push Sky away, but the words got stuck. Fear tangled with a twisted kind of fury he didn’t want to admit.

The moon is hiding, it’s not safe. I glanced up and he was right. The sky was oddly empty. No stars, no moon. Just an endless curtain of black swallowing the world above us. I wasn’t sure if the heavens were angry or simply watching. A chill ran over my skin, but I clenched my jaw and shoved the fear aside. You’re safe with me, I said. Whatever happens tonight we face it. Even as I said it, I wondered if I was reassuring him or myself, because I was also scared.

said Liam in a teasing tone. “Will you ever stop? You are a really really mean guy. Let’s not continue our friendship!” said Sky in a furious tone but he knew that there is one guy who is stronger than anyone and will not hesitate to break his bones if he won’t conclude his story soon, so he continued with his story immediately. “So, as I was not really well and we were watching a horror movie. I got a tiny bit scared” said Sky casually with a small awkward laugh while showing a tiny space between his thumb and forefinger.

Sky admitted almost in tears. "Why are you scared of something you've never tried before?" Jake asked concerned. "I don't know... Maybe it's because my dad loved my mum so much yet he divorced her...or because Dahlia and Landon were once in love yet he shattered her heart into pieces. I don't know Jake" Sky admitted. "Sky, look at me" Jake said holding her by her head.

“It’s not worth it protecting that traitor.” After what felt like a lifetime, Sky finally moved. She slowly turned around. I couldn’t read her face as she walked carefully towards me. I watched her, trying to decipher her. I was confused why I didn’t fear her when it’s the only logical thing to feel right at this moment. Despite her concern for me, there’s still a very huge chance that she would listen to dad. Sky grabbed my arm and pulled me up. My eyes widened as I heard the words that came out of her lips.

Sky was sobbing, kneeling, and asking for forgiveness. This wasn't what Kole wanted to see. He came to apologize, he came to reconcile, he came to see him again and to properly tell him that he will pursue him, again. What was Sky talking about? It was already a big thing that Sky went out by himself, walking in the crowd despite his still-to-overcome fear. "Sky, what are you talking about? What are you apologizing for?" Worries and pain were evident in Kole's voice and aura. He has a bad feeling about how Sky was reacting now.

It’s something deeper, darker, like the embodiment of every nightmare, every fear, every unholy thing clawing its way to the surface. And then. Blaire’s screams. This is different. This is fear. Raw. Terrified. Begging. “Jake. Jake, please! Wait- ” The sound that follows is wet. A sickening crack. A choked gurgle. Then silence. I stare up at the sky, feeling the edges of my vision flicker. The stars look sharper than usual, like someone took a knife to the sky and carved them out. I wonder if that means I’m dying.

Because somehow… He had waited his entire life to hear those words. ❤️ But before he could move— A massive shadow appeared in the sky. 🌑 The sunlight vanished. The city trembled. ⚡ People screamed for the first time. 😱 And every face filled with terror. 💀 Lyra’s expression changed instantly. Fear replaced happiness. 💔 She looked toward the sky. Then back at Ilyaan. And whispered— “Run.” ⚡ A giant golden eye suddenly opened above the city. 👁️✨

she asked. "A little." "That's normal." She pushed the logbook back to me. "Being scared doesn't mean you can't fly." Outside the window, the rain had just stopped. A thin sheen of water glistened on the runway. The forecast called for three clear days next week. I held the logbook against my chest. This time, no one could make me stop.

The sky above Jakarta didn't just leak; it collapsed. Thunder rolled across the horizon like a barrage of heavy artillery, shaking the very foundations of the mansion. For Sari, the violence of the weather was a blessing. She stood at the heavy iron servant’s door, her hand hovering over the latch. Rain lashed against the wood, the sound a deafening roar that masked the frantic thudding of her heart. "Now or never," she hissed to herself. "Move, Sari. Move!"