Hal Falling Skies Novels & Stories

Frank snorted. "Alright, I'm hanging up. I'm getting started over here soon." "Yeah. Good luck," Jouri replied. Hanging up, Frank looked up at the waterfall overhead, and then at Skyler, who was standing beside him. "So? Is it time yet?" "Almost… Now!" Skyler's eyes were glowing even as she stared at her watch. "Alright." Frank looked up just as the skies abruptly darkened. "Ah, there it is—the eclipse."

Alyssa had made her move. She’d bombed one of the Colbert safe houses across town. Six men were dead. And the war had officially begun. I walked into Jillian’s office just as he threw a glass against the wall. It shattered loudly, the shards spraying across the floor. He turned toward me, rage in every inch of him. “She killed them,” he hissed. “And she smiled while doing it.” “What do we do?” “We retaliate.” His voice was hard. Unforgiving. But his eyes softened when he looked at me.

I let out a piercing scream as the flames began to consume me. Third person POV Mrs Williams was preparing breakfast for Bella and her son when she heard a scream from upstairs. Dropping her spatula, she ran to her boss's room. She was having another nightmare again. Bella tossed and turned as tears streamed down her face. Not wanting to repeat the mistake she made the last time, she ran over to Dylan's room waking the sleeping boy up. "Dylan, Dylan!" she yelled frantically, when the boy stirred she shook him more. "Mrs Williams," he whined pulling the covers over his head.

Chapter Twelve The rain had been relentless all Friday. Sheets of water fell from the sky, drumming against windows and rooftops, as if the heavens themselves were mourning or warning. Nora sat in the art studio, trying desperately to focus on her presentation, but her brush hovered uselessly over the canvas. The colours and lines felt meaningless. Every stroke of paint blurred, smudged by the storm of emotions inside her.

Nightfall came gently, bringing with it a chill that slowly crept through the hotel window cracks. From behind the curtain, Aurora could see shimmering lights dancing in the sky a sign that the winter festival had begun. Soft music and distant laughter could be heard faintly, inviting everyone to get lost in the cheer of the night.

What if she falls and hurts herself? “You don’t have time to think!” Nathan snarls at her. “Just do what I say!” Halsey throws out all other worries and finally nods. Nathan folds his palms together. Halsey steps on them and reaches out to the window, climbing out of it. She falls on the ground outside, scratching her palms and thigh a little.

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

Across the sky panels, I see cracks forming. Each crack pulses in rhythm with the ache inside me. “You want exceptional?” he says softly. “Let’s escalate.” He lifts his hand. The city below freezes. Cars halt mid-motion. People suspended mid-step. Time isolates me. Then— The air tears open beside me. Dylan falls through it. Hard. He lands on one knee, breath ragged, eyes wild. The moment he looks up and sees me— The heat detonates. It is not gentle reunion. It is collision.

He held Elodie against him, shielding her body with his. The floor was now above them. The windows were below. And outside, the amber sky was cracking. Large, jagged pieces of the atmosphere were falling toward the Earth. "It's not hatching," Victor rasped, looking through the glass at the falling sky. "It's collapsing." A massive, golden claw—larger than a skyscraper—reached through the crack in the sky. It grabbed the top of the Empire State Building and crushed it like a dry twig. "Maya?" Elodie whispered, staring at the claw.

Alexander and Jax found one in the wreckage of a lower-tier hangar, its carbon-fiber hull scorched but its magnetic treads still functional. As they ascended, the city began to shrink beneath them. From this height, the Northern Basin looked like a small, green thumbprint on a vast, white canvas of salt. Alexander watched the horizon, where the grey of the smog met the bruised purple of the winter sky. He could feel the altitude in his lungs, a thinness that reminded him of the "Digital Ascension" he had performed during the Icarus crisis. "Everything looks so small from up here," Jax muttered, his hands white-knuckled on the Sky-Jack’s controls. "It’s hard to remember that down there, peopl