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His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us

"This is serious " "...and exciting " Skid added "Let's go check it out " Sheltiel finished with a glint in his eyes. With that, the two mischievous friends got up and left after Sheltiel paid the bill… again. "Breaking News… New York City has been plunged into delirium as the University of New York suffers massive building collapse. Some minutes after… Breaking News…. The Administrative block of the University of Connecticut collapsed as security personnel was already on guard to apprehend a possible mastermind of this mayhem.

Following the car door being closed behind her, she instantly informed the driver of their location. Then she snatched a pillow from the side of the bed and muttered, "Just wake me up when we get there. For the time being, I'm just going to sleep. I appreciate this, sir." Driving down the road in order to get to the falls was a must for the driver. Because it is located in the extreme reaches of the region, in the neighborhood of what is known as Silver City, it is of particular importance. The sixth city, Howling Land, is an old and abandoned city that has been abandoned for a long time. It is the sixth and final city on the map, as well as the most scary place. Previously, there were werew

[The Father’s Shadow] The descent into the city felt like a fall from grace. Below us, the sprawling megalopolis of the Moretti-St. Claire Regency glittered like a spilled chest of jewels, indifferent to the mountain of bone and basalt we had left behind. The private jet banked sharply, the pressurized cabin humming with a frequency that vibrated against my teeth—a frequency that felt less like a machine and more like a predator’s purr.

POV DARLENE The fall from the Celestial Spire was not a descent through air, but a plunge through the dying echoes of a civilization. Around us, the silver city disintegrated into a rain of metallic glass, each shard reflecting the violet star that had become the eye of our new, broken sky. As we plummeted toward the Wastelands of the West, the gravity of the Spire’s null-zone finally snapped, replaced by the crushing, visceral weight of the Goddess of Scorn.

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa

To disobey a dragon is to disobey a god. — The Caretaker’s Oath How long is the fall down to earth? I lean against the fence that marks the drop from the floating city to the desert below, digging my fingernails into the wet wood. The city rests drowsy behind me, golden spires and cobblestone roads cloaked in morning mist. My legs shake underneath me. I fidget with my scaled fingerless gloves. It’s morning already.

A jagged fracture raced directly through the center of the square. Stone exploded upward. Dust filled the air. Everyone scrambled backward. The crack widened. Five feet. Ten feet. Twenty. And beneath it— My breath stopped. There was no ground. No earth. No foundation. Only darkness. An endless void stretching downward beyond sight. The city hadn't been built on a mountain. It had been built over something. Something vast. Something imprisoned. The realization hit me like a hammer. The city itself was the prison. Every tower. Every street.

" 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝑷𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝟐,𝟗𝟐𝟖 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍? 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕� �𝒙𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝟏𝟎,𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑺𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍 .. 𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝑩𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 ." - UNKNOWN QOUTES - ZIARA Suddenly I got goosebump while talking with Zeph, I slowly turned my head towards Payne giving me a blank and cold look. I immediately look away and ask Zeph. " What is wrong with Payne? errrrr " shrugging my shoulders. Zeph look at Payne and turned to say,

The rain lashed against their terrified eyes as the realization of their catastrophic mistake hit them. Then, the merciless law of gravity violently reclaimed them. Their screams were instantaneous and primal, but they were instantly swallowed by the howling wind as they plummeted. Eight hundred feet of empty, freezing air waited below them. They fell through the darkness, their limbs flailing wildly, their expensive suits flapping like broken wings. They fell past the glittering, indifferent windows of the Blackwood Spire, a rain of tactical gear, silk ties, and broken ambitions, plummeting at terminal velocity toward the merciless, unforgiving concrete of the Chicago city streets.