Fear The Sky Novels & Stories

Sky told her, and Stella nodded her head. Sky went to his big bike and drove away, "I almost peed myself!" Tyros said and shook his head in disbelief. "Are you afraid of my brother?" Flora asked him, and Tyros rolled his eyes at her. "You are also afraid of my sister!" Tyros said and smirked at her.

Gripped with fear, some were teetering on the edge of having their knees crumbling. The white nimbuses in the faraway eastern skies roiled and boiled, a stirring monstrosity in the horizons threatening to roar with anger. The ground beneath everyone's feet shook furiously in resonance and when they looked up once more, the clouds overhead rolled like galloping horses, thundering towards Wuyue Peak at incredible speeds, with three streaking rays of light in their midst, sundering the blue sky into halves.

Cars stopped. Buildings trembled. The sky darkened. Hope held Nova tightly. The little girl stepped closer. “It’s scared.” Hope looked at her. “Who’s scared?” She pointed toward the sky. “The thing coming.” Hope frowned. “You can feel it?” The girl nodded. “It doesn’t want to fight.” “Then why is it coming?” “Because someone is making it.” Hope’s eyes narrowed. “Who?” The girl looked toward the city. Then pointed. Hope followed her finger.

You came to this auction with Franklin just to make me jealous, didn't you? "Cecilia, you don't need to do that. I know how much you care about me and how much you love me. I'm sure—" "Ah! Look out!" Jeff's words were cut off by a sudden danger. A huge chandelier above was shaking, ready to fall right where he and Franklin were standing, in a direct line of disaster. Cecilia, hearing the warning, did not think. Her body moved on its own, charged with urgency, and she dashed toward Franklin.

I said. "I know." Sera looked at me. Her eyes were wide. "That fire. I've never seen anything like it." "It's new." "It's terrifying." She pushed off the tree. "The King is going to burn the whole mountain down looking for you." "Let him." I said,and started walking. The forest was quiet now. Too quiet. But I didn't feel the eyes anymore. The Rogue King's hunters had lost our trail. For now I guess. We walked until dawn began to paint the sky gray.

Hearing the whistle the animal stopped its snarling, let the fabric fall from its jaw and sat staring at the frightened girl waiting for its next set of orders. “Fear is a crippling thing. It causes us to lose focus and panic, our only concern is fight or flight instincts. We forget how to think logically and rationally. It makes us prey, and what lovely prey you are my dear.” The cold voice spoke from the shadows of the night, sending her fear into overdrive.

Very different from Avi, who at that time met at the lake with me. With slow steps she tried to approach me, at that time I stepped back slowly. Her voice was hoarse as if he was enduring the pain of death, trying to make a voice to speak to me. This time, the fear was not as big as when Selena and Eva came to dreamland, maybe because they were used to it. "Please ... find ... her ...."

The stars themselves appeared to be raining down, and the clouds spun in chaotic, unnatural patterns as if they were being sucked into some abyss. The sky seemed to be falling apart. A sense of dread seized us, an urgent need to reach the source of this. If this was the result of his impending awakening, what horrors would unfold once he truly walked the earth? The ground beneath us shuddered, not like in an earthquake, but with the sickening speed of a falling elevator. It was a tremor unlike any I had ever read about or witnessed, or heard of, something far more sinister and dangerous. We ran, stumbling like newborn foals, our legs barely able to keep pace with our terror and the shaking g

Jack stood there, his emotions swinging wildly from deep sadness to elation, his heart on an emotional roller coaster. He held back this time, realizing that Hannah's relentless behavior would only leave her more deeply wounded. All he needed to do was offer her a warm shoulder when the dust settled, and everything would be alright. As the helicopter faded from Hannah's sight, the dying echo of its blades pounded in her chest like distant thunder. Eventually, she could not stand it anymore and just crumbled.

“Fur heavy in weight, the smell of dampness, trailing mud into the Maria’s home.” Freya’s lips twitched and she could not believe she was ever stupid enough to worry about anything that came out of her mouth. The sky was fucking clear, with no signs of clouds in the distance. Freya laughed, feeling light and airy, her burdens burned away. Obviously Fiona was too young to have any reliable predictions; too young and having gone through too much trauma. Of course she claimed to see things. But then two hours later, the same clear sky from earlier darkened ominously and then the skies opened above them, so torrentially that they had to wait a few minutes for the worst to pass.