Fly High Sky King Novels & Stories

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!"

Two months have passed, and all seems well. Sky now resides in a cottage by the coastline, while Zion remains with the Blue-Sky Pack. They have mated and now live with their three children, a two-year-old twin girl and boy, and also a one-year-old boy. The twins are Krystal, after Sky's late best friend, and Case, a name chosen spontaneously. Their youngest son is named Anthony, in memory of her second chance mate.

He closed the door and coldly looked at Darryl. “Where’s the secret manual?” Skyler questioned, holding up his fist. “What secret manual?” Darryl played dumb. Skyler’s glare darkened. “Darryl Darby, don’t you dare challenge my patience. I’ll let you off the hook for pretending to be the East King, but I need the ‘Ascension of the Nine Dragons’ back. Or else, I’ll make you regret it. After a slight pause, he continued, “You seem to care about the three women outside, don’t you? I don’t mind entertaining them before I kill you. I’ll tell you what; the men who came with me, they haven’t touched any women in quite a while.”

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

The sun was still setting, and we wanted to have a mini picnic while I vented my confused emotions. Drakon shrugged. “You know you’re the first human we’ve ever seen the king treat like this. The others just throw themselves at him, and if he even looks their way, then it will be over by sunrise.” “We’ve only seen two, by the way. Just heard it’s like that with the others,” Stellar piped in. “A few years ago, I overheard that witch who leads your team—” she pointed at me. “Cindy?” I offered.

He is not the only one to do so, as the King of the Dragons also keeps an eye on who enters and leaves Romania. The agent looks at Sky’s passport for a few seconds, before studying her. When he asks her to remove her sunglasses, I pray he is just human and won’t sense the spell I use to hide Sky’s true eye color. A moment later, he says Sky is good to go, and I let out the breath I have been holding in. A few minutes later, Zeke, Glenn, and I also clear customs and, together with Katherine and Sky, go to retrieve the rest of our luggage. Zeke takes out his phone and orders an Uber.

And finally, a child with a long sword strapped to his back, the 9th Sky. In the 2nd Sky’s hands was a generously ornamented flute. This flute was an artefact that could summon the Skies as long as they were within range. Its range covered a large galaxy and as long as the 2nd Sky wished it, the 3rd Sky would appear here. “There is no need. She is already with our target. Do not make me come out. Bring the Asura before me and make it kneel at my feet.” “Yes Lord,” the 2nd Sky obeyed, leaving the room, and soaring out of the battleship. The other Skies left with him after bowing to their lord. As they gazed upon the world below, their arrogant expressions conveyed their disgust.

Well, Evelyn Caddel, he corrected himself again as he closed the door and returned to his post. Skyla lifted the hem of her slip dress gracefully as she entered the room, her chin held high and her chest pushed forward. Excitement and agitation coursed through her—she could hardly believe it. She had never been so close to her dream. The room was dim, with no candles lit. As her eyes adjusted to the faint light, she spotted the King standing near the window, gazing out at the sky. The window was wide open, and a chilled breeze ruffled his golden hair. His shirt billowed slightly. His silhouette appeared calm and beautifully ethereal, like an ancient god stepping out of one of those paintings

As the leader of the Elite Four, it was only because of him that Lance managed to secure his position as the King. Sky exuded a powerful aura that suppressed even James’. Slowly, he staggered backward. Although the two had yet to come to blows, it seemed that Sky’s True Energy was even greater than that of James’. This could only mean that he was more powerful than him. Since James was on the verge of ascending the Sixth Stair, this would mean Sky was above the Sixth Stair. As he thought of this, James’ face darkened. Sky walked toward James. With every step he took, James took a step back. Soon, James had retreated to where the convoy was stopped.

Axel couldn't have been in love with me, not after everything that surrounded us. "Ah, I hope she believes you because now, it is the moment," Sky exclaimed as she suddenly appeared from the quarters. "What moment?" Sam asked her. "The King is going to propose!" She shrieked and Sam's mouth dropped. "Are you kidding me?" His eyes were dancing with so much excitement and I could only shake my head at the bullshit Sky was feeding him with. "Well, I am kidding but who knows? It might actually happen," she said and Sam looked like he would cry.