Fly High Sky King Novels & Stories

Finally, at the square, Skyler—with a slight grin on his face—went straight for the hotel Fane was in, plenty of officers and Kings of War in tow. They were subsequently displayed on the screen of the seven-star hotel. They then went straight to the top floor, meeting Fane. “Skyler Celestino, an eight-star King of War, actually went for Fane’s wedding!” Plenty of influential people looked over to the other side, shock jolting through their veins. Had they chosen the wrong place to be in after all?

He is looking so cute right now. “Ivan and Lillian ride on Sky,” Asher said, his wings coming out. I noticed the amour has a mane you can hold on too. I claimed him, holding the mane, and Ivan got behind me, his hand wrapped around my waist. I can see Asher looking at his hand, so he quickly removed it. I chuckled, knowing he is still going to hold me back when Sky flies. “Let’s go,” he said and all the demons started flying their wings, making a loud noise. Sky was the last to ascend.

Drax, made from wild fungi and ethanol, was banned within the city limits but could be legally purchased and consumed in the Drock. Mother’s message was particularly relevant today, as my age now permitted me entry. Her second message was not to take unnecessary risks on the ice peaks I planned to climb, a message she knew I always ignored. The third was one I had received continually since my early childhood: “Skye, do not, under any circumstances, exercise your powers and bring attention to yourself.” I had asked why many times, only to receive the same answer. “Because I forbid it.” Or, as I grew older, “Because we have a special ability that can be dangerous and must be concealed.”

Alejandro King Lycan Former Alpha King, King of Lycans and werewolves Long Chocolate brown hair Sky Blue eyes Tall with strong muscular built 6'ft Power:- Alpha King, different kinds of power. Ivory King Magical Alpha King's mate, Queen of Lycans and werewolves, true heir of Davister clan and magicals Long waist length golden hair Amber eyes 5'6 inch, petty frame Power:- Antheia, the light flower, goddess of peace Clotho

Brax questioned as we both looked up at Ace. "Yes! My great-grandfather was king, until he gave it up." "Okay. So why are you telling us?" I wasn't sure of his goal, seeing how it wouldn't matter now anyway. No, Alpha will hand their title over. The time of a King is long gone. "I plan to reclaim my title. My great-grandfather was foolish for stepping down. I will get everything that belongs to me. One way or another." He stated, as if it were an obvious fact.

I started. "As you all know, voting for Homecoming King & Queen are Thursday 'till five on room 222. The nomenies are... For Queen, Mckenzie Gordon, Britney Williams, Tiffany Davis, Hanna Smith and Ziigwan Woods. For King, Cole Cook, Hunter Moore, John Brown, Logan Miller and King ThunderBird..." I couldn't help it I stared at King for five seconds he was watching me and whisper "Go on Ogimaakwe. Don't be wierd." No one heard. too much cheering inside the Cafeteria.

SKY My stomach growled again, loudly, embarrassingly, the tenth time today. I ignored it, too busy scrolling through my phone, thumb swiping endlessly over the Mike Commercial photos that had blown up everywhere. I kept scrolling to the comments. “They look perfect together.” “Finally someone who matches his energy.” “Sky and William? Ship it so hard.” “She’s glowing. He’s whipped.” Not a single hate comment. Usually, I would find at least a dozen ugly ones, but no one was even talking about my last scandal.

"I can change back! I can fix it." I offered a slow shake of my head. "Not every broken thing in this world can be repaired." My cab pulled up to the curb, and I reached out to pull the door open, sliding into the back seat. Tristan stood frozen outside the vehicle, suddenly reaching through the open window to thrust the premium designer shopping bag toward me. "It's raining." I cast a brief glance out the window. The sky had indeed turned incredibly dark and overcast, but the first drops of rain hadn't even begun to fall yet.

The bag had been with him for years, and I knew every compartment better than he did. When I unzipped the innermost pocket, my fingers brushed a small velvet box. It wasn't his. Inside was a custom solo wings pin, with an engraving on the back. "For Lark's first solo." Beneath the words was a date. Three days ago. Under the pin sat a flight school tuition receipt. The payer was Ethan. The student was Skyler Hayes. Below that was a printed photograph. Skyler was in the left seat of a small training aircraft, her hand on the control yoke. Ethan sat on the right, his black-gloved hand resting over hers, his head tilted slightly toward her.

"Reminds me of one thing. Once I become king, we need to change this hymn." Smiling back at her, he began to admire the arena where he would soon fight and from where the singers left after finishing their songs. Despite how large it was, and how far from the terrain he was, he had no trouble seeing what was happening, and it wasn't thanks to his super senses, but rather a beautiful piece of technology. Four huge holographic screens floating in the sky and transmitting all the events happening on the ground. It was truly a beautiful display of magical technology and from what he knew this was just some discarded toy of the angels.