House Of Sky And Breath Novels & Stories

“It’s so hot, and this is an outdoor party. She’s suffering from heatstroke, yet she lies on the ground and continues to pretend. A cold drink will fix her right up!” Suddenly, I felt like I was about to die. My heart pounded violently, and my shoulders started shaking. I gasped for air, but nothing reached my lungs. My throat let out harsh, ragged breaths. The guests saw that something was wrong with me and stepped back in fear. “She… she’s not actually dying, is she?” Ethan’s eyes widened. His whole body trembled as he froze in place.

Now I knew he'd been bleeding me dry for Riley Anderson, his childhood sweetheart. "I want to refinance the house, too," he added. I stopped what I was doing, my hands frozen in the sink, and turned to stare straight at him. "You really want your four three-year-old sons to end up homeless?" This house wasn't much, just a small three-bedroom, but it was ours—the one we'd fought for, saved for, and sacrificed for. The mortgage wasn't even close to being paid off. His name was on the deed because when we first bought it, I had been out of town on business. He'd told me it would be easier that way, with him making the payments.

Date = 8 August Place = San Francisco (Black Pit) POV - Aria The kitchen hums with low chatter and clattering pans — right up until Sky lifts her hand to her mouth and goes perfectly still. Her eyes lock on the doorway, and the warmth in the room drains like someone cracked a thermostat to freezing. “Fock,” she breathes. A shadow fills the entrance. “I fucking told you to stay in bed and rest,” a deep voice growls. My shoulders jump. My spine snaps straight. Sky just smirks at the storm walking straight toward her, slow and wicked, like she’s been waiting for this exact moment.

I try to open the doors, but they are locked; I try the windows and they are the same. I then try to get into the front, but there is some sort of barrier in the way. I sit back down and catch Skyler as she finally gives in and breathes in the gas; I sit her up against me as I do the same, but I make sure to only take small breaths so that when I do pass out it hopefully isn't for very long.

Henry*** The sky bled fire—crimson tendrils streaking across the heavens like the last breath of a dying god. Smoke coiled in black spirals, choking out the stars, and in the glow of that apocalyptic dawn, the world trembled. Buildings burned like paper. Trees split open, screaming with sap and flame. It was as if the sky itself had turned traitor—spilling fury upon a land already drowning in sorrow.

I took off for the wild yonder, gazing up at the Milky Way sprawled across the night sky. It was my son's dream. He was a stargazer, an astronomy buff since he was knee-high. On his birthday, he saw his first meteor shower in the wild. Tragically, that same night became his last. I was determined to make his dream come true. The divorce papers, signed by Elias, landed in my mailbox. Maybe it was guilt, but he rewrote the terms, leaving me with a lion's share of our assets. I took it all without batting an eye.

Wind tugged at Aurora’s hair as they stepped out into the open. Skyler dropped the blanket in the center of the roof and sat cross-legged, pulling the bottle to her lips before offering it over. Aurora took a sip, wincing. “This is horrible.” “I know,” Skyler grinned. “It’s the best kind.” They sat in silence for a while, watching the skyline shimmer. A plane blinked across the sky, too far away to hear. Aurora pulled her knees to her chest and rested her chin on them. “It’s like the city never stops breathing,” she murmured.

Because Mercy’s bound in the dungeon and the story flipped. The sky splits. Not cloud. Not jet. Girl. Maybe fourteen. Maybe older. Hard to tell when she rides lightning. She drops from the clouds wreathed in white fire that isn’t fire, hits the ground fifty yards out, and the earth craters. She stands. Barefoot. Shaved head. Eyes like storm glass. No burn marks. No smoke. The ground around her turns to glass and stays glass. Vessel Three. “Mother,” Ash breathes beside me. She doesn’t mean me. She means the Tree. “That’s Sky.”

Was his best friend still depressed about the incident of yesterday? “Javan? I'm home from the script rehearsal, Javan.” Skye frowned, closing the door behind him and dropping his bag by his shoes. Nothing, no response or acknowledgement. His shoes and coat are here… Skye thought. “Javan baby? Are you home?” Skye asked, popping his head in the kitchen to see no one. He wandered into the living room to find the TV on N*****x with the screen showing 'Are you still watching?’ and a lump of blankets and pillows on the couch.

She blew a breath and saw smoke coming out of her mouth. She averted her gaze to the side and saw trees that grew by the sides covered in darkness, their shadows a casted slant by the light of the bright full moon. She looked up the sky and saw the moon round and shining like a white diamond in the black canvass sky. Dots of stars could be seen and they were scattered and distanced apart from one another. Clumps of clouds floated to the side of the horizon. She's never been in this place. Where could she be? She thought again wondering at the question. Everywhere was quiet. She kept walking ahead.