Fly High Sky King Novels & Stories

Suddenly she starts laughing crazily. " yes, young miss Si every woman's eyes on the powerful and rich man. we lowly women open our legs for them and they accept it anyway. And remember young miss Si you are going to be married to one of the most powerful men. The King Alexander Knight. There will be more women than you can ever imagine who will open their legs to be in his favour. On that day will you blame his royal Highness or his mistress or prostitute or his other consorts".

What was that about? I took a deep breath and began gathering my thoughts. "Then, ask me anything you want, Your Majesty." The king's expression softened, and he leaned forward slightly, making the conversation feel more personal. "I have been thinking ever since last night. Your blue eyes, your pale skin, and golden locks... All of those features seemed too uncommon for the people in my kingdom. You can barely see anyone even with lighter hair. And almost everyone's eye colors are dark. But yours... Perhaps... Do you hail from another kingdom? Are you a spy planted here to give away my kingdom's weakness?" King Lucian smirked knowingly, hoping to get the response he wanted from me.

I snapped up his war staff and threw it like a javelin into the chest of the next brute charging toward my mages. They were falling—but I was rising. Edric of the Golden Wing. The king born under moonlight and prophecy. The one who would not break. I landed atop a shattered cart, blood and flame beneath my boots, wings glowing like banners of defiance. My warriors saw me. They howled. They believed again. And as the next wave of orcs charged, I raised my axe and pointed it straight at them. “COME THEN.” I shouted. “COME DIE AT THE FEET OF THE SKY KING.”

But after a while he shook his head. Sky never thought about women because he was too busy building and expanding his network, making Gold Dragon recognized as the strongest mafia clan in the world in his thirteen years of leadership. He is nicknamed The King and lives his life carefree about marriage and offspring, until his 37th birthday and Summer brings her best friend, a shy, bespectacled girl, who was the smartest girl in her class during college and graduated with perfect scores with a bachelor's degree in nuclear chemistry, to the first triplets birthday party.

"Luke." Luke, who had been silently guarding me, stepped forward. I pointed to the corpse on the ground. "This is a gift for you. Use it however you like." Luke smiled. "Thank you, donna." I ignored the blood behind me and strode toward the dock gate. The rusty iron gate swung open, and blinding sunlight poured in. The sea breeze, carrying the salty and free scent of the ocean, rushed toward me. The sun shone brightly outside. Skylar, who sheathed her blade for love, died completely yesterday. From now on, I was the sole ruler of this city.

Sky whistled and leaned closer. "Whew, girl, slow down. You’re making me jealous already." Hailey laughed, but Sky raised her brows skeptically. "Hmm. All that hotness, and he’s yours? Essence, be honest with us... did you kidnap him?" I giggled. "Nope. He came willingly." Sky threw her hands up. "Unbelievable. The way you describe how hot he is.... he sounds like Lucian Knight." She said the name as if she was announcing the arrival of Zeus himself.

“Skylar '' Toby piped up from his seat. Which immediately caused Rowan, Leo and Miles to all look at each other, eyes wide. “Skylar...Sky” Rowan mumbled to herself before her mind started to connect the dots. Is that why she ran away after Rowan mentioned Rika and Katra? The royal blue cloak. Sky was literally a queen, real royalty. What the hell did she have to gain from talking to Rowan? Damn. There she goes again, it’s always something about someone trying to gain something. What if Sky just genuinely stumbled upon her and wanted to become friends. Rowan had no experience but maybe being a queen was lonely? God what the hell was she thinking.

Ryu smiled after a laugh. “Yes,” Luna agreed, “After all, he is Theon.” After we all mumbled our non-reluctant wishes, Luna finally let the lantern go, flying up to the cold, midnight sky we dragons were promised to soar. As we longed for that very day to come, all that we can do as of now is to appreciate this scene of colorful rectangular objects soaring up to the sky in our stead. Our soft smiles fabricated silence, as we all gaze up to the night sky, praying that whoever is living there may our best of intentions be heard.

Skyr moved closer to me as he asked. “Can you call for Emily and Watson to come closer to Fifi? Helighor says that it’s going to be a bumpy ride.” I told him. I saw Skyr nodding and calling for Watson and Emily from our coms. Meanwhile, I called for Falco to tell him the same thing to call for the others. Emily and Watson positioned themselves my Fifi’s armpits while the rest of us, including Squadron C, settled onto Fifi’s back as she set herself underneath Helighor.

"But that's not the point I am driving at." "So what is, because you really seem to be driving in the wrong lane." "The point is, wind can fly. It can fly and soar, and swoop and dive and it never needs to perch. I want to be like that. I want to fly and fly, and keep flying until my wings break, until the air gets tired of carrying me. I want to fly until the clouds can recognize me by my feathers when i pass. I just want to be free." Ten heartbeats pass before I say, "You sound an awful lot like a poet."