Fly High Sky King Novels & Stories

"I will train you, and one of the things you will learn is the world doesn't revolve around Ruth. Men, women, and children died. Everyone here is in danger and that includes you and your mother. I'm putting your safety and that of everyone here ahead of your wants. Get over it." She turned on her heels and stalked off. I don't envy Missy, and I'm sure Missy wants to kill me right about now. "It's time," yells King. I run my hands over my straps and adjust my backpack beneath the harness. I'm as ready as I'll ever be. King takes my hand and in two powerful leaps, we're airborne. And falling. At least we avoided the plane's engines which was my biggest worry.

For the first time in months, a genuine smile formed on my face. My firm, steady voice carried over the airwaves into the distance. "The runway is open. Permission granted for takeoff. Wishing you a smooth flight." All those years of shame, suffering, and resentment had passed like a storm that had finally cleared. Above me stretched a vast, open blue sky. This time, I was no longer a caged bird gazing upward. I had become the sky itself.

I’ll just pretend he can’t see me. “Kataleya!” I look up sharply, turning to see Sky walking or more like running towards us. She’s wearing a black jumpsuit with a silver belt, and she hugs me tightly. “I am so damn happy to see you again! If we weren’t here, I’d sure ask a billion questions,” she whispers, moving back after she squeezes me again. She smiles at me, and seeing the way her hair is brushed back and the diamonds in her ears, I’m reminded that she isn’t just my twin sister, Sky, but the Solaris’ King’s Lycan Queen.

The King clarifies, making Skye grin happily and nod in understanding. I’m about to thank him for his generosity, but Adrian beats me to it, shrieking furiously, with his sister following right after. Skye takes Stephanie from Brian, and I rock Adrian gently in my arms. The kids calm down in moments, clutching onto us. “They sure are loud.” The King smiles. He actually smiles! “Yes, they have two healthy sets of lungs on them.” Brian nods.

He called and drew on his wings, lifting Villa up who tried to conceal her panic as well. Skyler danced on the spot looking up to them, she couldn't she didn't know how! She managed it against Helga but only for a short burst! She tried remembering it and managed to open her wings but like a kite she got blown from the balcony, screaming she went down to the water but instincts made her beat her wings and managed to recover. After getting the hang of it she beat them as hard and fast as she can until she reached through the clouds, the stary night opened up and she gasped at its breathtaking clarity.

He finally gave the command to the survivors to fly up—and only upward until they’re small enough for the humans to see. They all summoned their dragon wings. Then Raeherys carried Estevan by his arms, flapped his golden wings, and led his brethren up. They ascended and flew as fast as they could. The cold wind of the night skies brushed against Raeherys’ open wounds that brought more stinging pain on his body. “You did well, My King,” Fetyr gave a sad smile. “Your brother and your father would be very proud too, I know it.”

He finished. "Why?" Kulv asked. "One reason – " Skye said. " – because I don't want to since I want to spend every being of me, including my time and attention, on my Hierro." he said and looked at Hierro. Hierro's face went red. "And two – " Skye turned back to them. " – so that Hail will be the king and won't end up with Sybb – ugh!" he cried when Blue punched him. They looked at Blue, shocked.

He threw his colossal head back and unleashed a roar that shattered the glass of the remaining wyverns' eardrums. The King was home. On the ground, the exhausted Lycan defenders let out a renewed, deafening howl of triumph. Up in the jet, I stepped to the very edge of the open ramp. The wind whipped my hair wildly around my face. I looked down at the hundreds of flying reptiles still swarming the sky, daring to threaten my children. The First Crown ignited above my head, a brilliant, terrifying halo of starlight and pure Void. "My turn," I whispered to the stormy sky.

[Eleanora] The peaked ceilings of the Aerie in Skyfall seem to fade into the sky they are so impossibly tall, the spires reaching beyond the clouds. It has the airy loftiness often seen in the structures designed for the children of the air and is a fitting place to hatch the future kings of Luxandra. And I find it pleasant, watching the birds and dragons fly past my windows. It makes dealing with all the ugliness of today much easier.

He yelled in his mind trying all his possible best to remove himself from the strange icy entanglement. Suddenly lemon feathers were seen wobbling down around him then one landed on his nose. He blew it away with a sneeze then blinked thinking it rains feathers now?... then he manageably lifted his head to his amazement, he spotted in the light blizzard a brooding figure having a low haircut, clothed in a fluttering black cloak slightly covered in snow, with side by side spread out lemon wings watching the princess with the king in the sky. He was no other than Skylark upon his majesty lemon wings on the edge of the glacier where Jangnap was half frozen under. Jangnap shrieked then he swallo