Hal Falling Skies Novels & Stories

The young cherubim was so astonished with the fact that an apprentice angel who was an heir to the seven pillar’s seat smiled at her that she failed to notice the chilling gaze of his stormy ashen eyes as if all the depravity of the Heavenly World were swirling behind his thick silver lashes. “Hi! Just call me Sky. May I know when the seven pillars will arrive?” asked Apollo Sky. His voice was gentle like every citizen of the Benevolent World thought of. If only they knew that he was on the verge of betraying his kin because of a Halfling, not because he liked her in a romantic sense of the word but because she was someone he could never be and just by looking at her, it was like he was seei

Approaching the rendezvous point. Ahead, a cliff-fall appears under the glint of the moon. Halo picks up speed, clearing the forest and the cliff with a downward dive. Calum Beauchamp (On Comms): Five seconds till they reach the EMP field. Get ready, Angel. As Halo free falls, he turns, and from his gauntlet, a spiked grapple ejects. It sails through the air with an almost unseen wire and buries itself into the side of the cliff, latching on. Halo shifts his weight, rappelling alongside the cliff, ahead of the trucks. When he gets close to the ground, he disengages the grapple. And drops into a forward roll on the one-lane road.

Officer Fagen comes over at the commotion and tells the Paramedics to show me. One of them unzipped the bag to Mom's chest and I stopped struggling in Frankie's hold. Pa had beat Mom from the chest area that I can see up to and around her head bad enough that the right side of her skull and face are caved in as is her chest wall. If I hadn't left that would have been me instead of Mom. I'd be the one on that stretcher dead and Mom and Will and Frankie would be safe and Mom could have been happier. ""Dulce Jesus madre de Maria!" I whisper.

— Mehak Gupta *plays zero 'o clock in the bg* Whenever someone talked about his kindred spirits, Vantae would respond with a snicker. The only pair of soulmates he believed to exist was his hyungs. Though a part of him believed and craved for the Winged girl in his dreams to be true, the other part of him tried to convince him that it's just his fickle imagination. He wasn't sure if he's even breathing or not. He must have been because the moment her greenish eyes turned to look into his, he felt suffocated. Not in a bad way, of course. You know, in a way that knocks the breath out of your lungs. He must have been starring because he felt Jamie pat his shoulder.

Standing in the dressing room, my hands fidgeting, thinking on whether I should escape or not. I was about to get married to my crush that every girl dreamt of marrying but there was a huge problem. I am just a replacement for his ex-lover and I thought he loved me but nope I was wrong. I regret every second I spent with him. taking a handful of my long wedding dress, I ran towards the escape plan and setup. There was a cab waiting for me outside but a few blocks away. I ran and ran till I reached the cab, not looking back. time to change everything and make this one die.

Nestor’s voice was gentle, his eyes reflecting both curiosity and concern as he gazed at Carmela. Carmela’s initial smile wavered, giving way to a shy yet honest expression. She nodded, her eyes dropping for a moment before meeting Nestor’s again. “Yes, I am,” she admitted softly. “You noticed earlier, didn’t you? The sky looked so ominous like a storm is on its way,” she explained, her voice carrying a trace of vulnerability that made Nestor’s heart ache with tenderness.

But my usage as an air steed nowadays destroyed any elation. A blue light shimmered across the sky, followed by a thundering roar. It left behind a luminous fissure resembling a punch-shattered mirror still contained by its frame. Hades whips the reins, commanding my trajectory change. Someone falls through the crack, causing it to glow once more before disappearing entirely. Something is off. I can feel it on my scales.

“Alessia—if we open the shield now—” “Do it.” Kael exhaled. “Opening.” With a flick of his controls, the protective haze peeled away from the front viewport. The sky above them fractured into splintered cracks, widening, glowing, and shuddering like a broken mirror. Black and silver lightning arced between the cracks, illuminating clouds torn apart by dimensional strain. Seraphine screamed, “WE’RE GOING TO FALL INTO A COSMIC HOLE—” “We’re not,” Alessia said.

or already falling. "Faster!" Morcant screamed at the walls, his claws shredding the stone. "If he bleeds out before I touch him, I’ll level every skyscraper in this godforsaken city!" -- THE HALE FAMILY'S POV ~SACRIFICE COUNTDOWN: 8 DAYS REMAINING~ The gala was a wreck. Don Marcus Hale didn't look like a kingpin anymore. He looked like a man who’d just realized he was standing on a trapdoor.

The entire skyscraper groaned, a sound of agony that shivered through the concrete. "Jump!" Pim yelled, grabbing Chalida’s hand. They dangled for a second over the dizzying, neon-lit abyss of the city, the wind roaring in their ears. Behind them, the penthouse floor collapsed entirely, a massive cloud of concrete dust swallowing their entire history, their entire fortune, and their mother’s most precious, dangerous creation. "Look!" Chalida screamed, pointing up at the screens embedded in the surrounding skyscrapers as they plummeted through the air, clinging to a maintenance cable. "The data! Look at the screens!"