Romans & histoires House Of Sky And Breath

No comment is given, no questions asked as the two groups attack each other, throwing the clearing into a deeper chaos. About twenty eight witches run fast through thick undergrowth led by Catherine, two of them support a pale looking Brea between them. Brea holds tightly to the World stone in her right hand, its light now weak, and the Heaven’s eye in her left which still lets out soft red swirling smoke. “You should have left when you can,” Catherine hiss angrily. “What kind of supreme mother will I be if I leave my people to their doom,” Brea mutters breathlessly. “A few more minutes and we would have returned magic back. Now the magic is so thin we cannot even take ourselves out of here.

It’s like it saturates my skin and sinks into me, making my body feel heavy, and my shoulders sag. All of the wonderful feelings that Blake invoked in me tonight have disappeared after entering this house of nightmares. I walk over to my Bluetooth speaker and connect my phone. I make sure the volume is low before I press play. The sound of Natasha Bedingfield’s “Wild Horses” fills the room. I slowly pull off my clothes till I’m in my bra and panties. I open my drawer and pull out my blade that I didn’t expect to get out tonight. This night was so up and down. The ups were amazing with Blake, but the downs are the ones that stick to my skin as if they are tangible entities. As if they have ha

“Zara, breathe. Talk to me.” Then a loud crash exploded from her side of the call, like something heavy had been knocked over or thrown. My stomach dropped. “Zara! What was that? What’s happening over there?” Her voice dropped to a terrified whisper. “Someone broke into the house. I think they’re still here. I can hear them moving around… like they’re searching for something. Please, Zane. You have to come. I’ve tried calling Skye so many times but she’s not picking up. I’m so scared…”

Grant POV I stood by the window of the old house, my arms folded tightly across my chest, I kept watching the road, I stood there waiting for Sky. This was not just another night. Something big was about to happen. I could feel it deep inside my chest. It was the kind of feeling you get when you know there is no turning back. The door finally opened. Sky walked in. He looked tired, but focused. His face had no smile. That alone told me everything I needed to know. I straightened up immediately and turned toward him.

"You still think Skye's just some regular programmer?" Edward's tone was sharp with disbelief. "She's a top-tier hacker I managed to bring back through old connections! Letting her date you back then was me doing you a favor." Julian froze for several seconds, stunned speechless. When he finally found his voice again, it was full of incredulity. "Her?!" "Yes, her!" Edward barked, his patience gone. "Skye was the best match I could've arranged for you, and look what you've done! You went and got another woman pregnant—what a disgrace!"

My eyes, still bronze, caught the dull light of the sky, but behind them, a deep, silent fire was burning. "I am Skye," I said, my voice quiet, but carrying the weight of the mountain beneath our feet. "And I don't yield."

I wouldn't change anytime soon. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever. I shook my head and wondered if I would ever feel like I could just be and breathe.

“You shouldn’t be shocked to see me here,” Sky said sharply, her tone laced with venom. “I belong here. You, on the other hand, don’t.” Haley ignored her as she wheeled little Kyrell around the living room on his sleek, blue walker. The baby giggled, his soft laughter echoing through the wide, cream-toned space that opened into Gretchen’s home. Sky’s reflection stared back at her from the mirror, an image she could barely stand. Her carefully lined eyes flared when Haley refused to respond.

" Welcome home, Skye" ..

But I cannot pull my hand away. Suddenly the smell of gasoline and burning wood is thick in the air. A yellow haze surrounds the house as Skye lifts little Osiris into her arms and tries to run toward her car. The duffle bag slips from her shoulder and drops to the ground. She pauses for a moment but decides to leave it behind. A mob of pack members is approaching the house with torches and cans of gasoline. "There she is!" Someone yells. "Don't her leave," someone else screams.