Novel & Cerita House Of Sky And Breath

Meanwhile, I quickly made a cup of instant coffee, poured in that milk, and handed it to him. "I brought this coffee back from home. Wanna try it?" I said. He instinctively took the cup, sipped it, and frowned slightly. But the conversation on the phone kept going, and Loren, clearly irritated, leaned back and drained the coffee in one go. I silently counted down from ten to one. As he finally found an opening to hang up the phone, he collapsed straight to the floor. After some time, he stirred on the bed. His eyes snapped open, and he found his limbs tied to the bedposts.

“W-what?” “I can’t…I can’t fight it…Ethan…please…” Sky didn’t finish was she was saying as a scream tore from her throat. She curled up in a tighter ball. I watched as she scratched at her knees but blood was coming out of her nose, eyes, and mouth now. Her eyes switched back to the red and I watched as again, her body started to shift. A thick black mist poured out of her and she sobbed, banging her head against the wall.

Hailey’s POV The sky breaks. Not with thunder. Not with light. With silence. One moment the distant presences are only shadows behind reality… the next, something tears open between the stars. A thin fracture spreads across the darkness. Like glass cracking. Everyone feels it. The air grows heavy, pressing against my chest as if the universe itself just inhaled and forgot how to breathe out again. Elias looks up slowly. “Oh no,” he whispers. Aaron’s eyes narrow. “They’re early.”

“What’s going on, Blake?” “I’m building a house for… my family to live in. All of us. Marianna, me, her mom.” My chest tightens. “And Skye. I bought a plot of land on the other side of the lake, in Old Moonrise. It’s quiet there. I figured, for a kid her age, she’d…. With powers like hers, she’ll like the quiet–” Mom rises, her face washed in shock. “Who’s Skye?” “Your granddaughter,” I answer. My mouth feels impossibly dry. “She’s seven. She’s… she’s like us, Mom. A Mystic. A powerful one–”

Skye stood still, staring at him as if she didn't understand what he was saying. "Breathe, Skye," Hector said again when he saw she was unresponsive. He took a deep breath to guide her on what to do. Skye obeyed and took a deep breath, followed by another. She hadn't realized how long she had been holding her breath. She grabbed her forehead and said, "Oh my God, I am sorry, Hector." She took a few quick breaths before continuing. "I don't want it to happen. It only happens by itself. While my heart is screaming to trust you and keep going, a voice in my head screams stop. I really don't know what's wrong with me. Am I going crazy?" She said, squeezing her head harder.

Sky could barely breathe as the shock of betrayal morphed into something darker, something bitter and raw. Sky’s voice dropped, each word slow and venomous. “You know what?” She jabbed her finger toward the door. “Both of you… out of my house.” Her voice broke, but her determination did not. “I don’t want to see your faces ever again. Just get out!” Andrew scoffed, taking a step closer with a smug smirk on his face, his tone dripping with condescension. “Your house?” He laughed bitterly.

Therefore, it wasn’t surprising when no answer came, the awkwardness of the moment forcing him to speak again. “Shaping up to be another horror of a day. Who knows, it might boil into a storm.” Wind blew dead leaves about his ankles. “You can’t tell.” *** Liz closed her eyes and breathed clean oxygen into her body. Alive. “Bye-bye, Dad.” Closed the window. She relit the joint and pulled smoke into her lungs. Sound drifted away, numbness settling in. There was a lunchbox with two vials of powdered PCP tucked away in her wardrobe.

She found herself pressing closer, seeking, wanting more, arching her back. He had taken down the other cup, so now both her breasts were bared, upthrust, and framed by the satin black material. Sébastien was torturing her with his mouth, making it harder for her to breathe. He reached down, lifted her leg, and hooked it around his thigh. His other hand was on the leg that was barely able to keep her standing.

She was the end and the beginning. A voice echoed through the void. “You are not the first. But you will be the last.” Her eyes snapped open. The night sky had turned violet, fractured by lightning that cracked in unnatural lines overhead. She lay in a circle of burned earth, her body steaming, her pulse thrumming like a war drum. Around her, wolves from the Ironfang and Obsidian packs watched in stunned silence. Killian was crouched beside her, eyes frantic. “You’re awake,” he breathed, brushing hair from her face. “You were out for minutes. You started burning from the inside. We couldn’t get close.”