Into The Clouds Novels & Stories

She was in awe of what she saw. She noticed two teenage girls on the street. One seemed to have formed a ball of purple light on her right hand while the other was controlling water droplets from a pond nearby. The water droplets went up into the sky forming a flowery design then the girl with the ball of light threw the light up to the water droplets. The light was reflected everywhere and people on the street smiled as they saw the beauty above. The two girls happily hugged each other and the droplets started rotating causing the lights to be reflected in different directions.

The minute I was in the guest chamber I suddenly heard Kate’s voice in my head, I thought I was just hallucinating, but now she was actually in my head speaking to me, she told that she reached me through her head and she told me that family could watch what was happening from nana max’s magic crystal ball, she also told me that everyone was proud of us, how we handled everything but the what worried everyone was that the gods were a little skeptical about me, about who I was and how I was able to enter Olympus without any known godly powers, so she warned me to be careful with the gods, and also that they put a magic crystal in mine and Preston’s pockets and we could reach the Maxwell house

Now that's a promise I'm willing to keep. ~The End~

Into the connection. Into the system itself. And the void for the first time... Doesn’t feel like the end.

She promises to bring me something in an hour if she doesn’t see me and starts walking back to the hidden entrance. I stand in the field and will a cloud to start pouring rain next to me. A solitary black cloud gathers and big, fat raindrops fall rapidly in a small, contained circle. I walk around it, marveling at how well contained it is. I stick my hand into the downpour, the icy cold water feeling like a treat in the heat of the day.

I think inwardly, silently watching and waiting to see what my little mate was involved in, but for some reason, I just can’t pinpoint her as someone who would be so involved in my world. She was stripping at that club. The small voice in the back of my head says. Reminding me that the place we first met was frequented by the lowest of low. Hell, my being there was a perfect example of that, but even then, something wasn’t sitting right. “These bullets,” the man announces before I can think too hard on it. “Are special grade and can be filled with whatever you desire, and once the needles are released, it will immediately inject your enemy with it.”

Ashton Rotating the phone in my hand, my gaze shifted to the door in front of me. The sky above was overcast and looked like it would bring strong winds and heavy downpours. I should have brought an umbrella, and it seems Gunther was right about the weather today.

"But Legolas, what arch of varying hues is lowered from heaven to earth?" "Haste to see the rainbow in the cloud before it vanishes." Legolas murmured. The shift I see gleams in the light array like clover. It reflects the drips to color still in the mist of no tomorrow's gloss. An arch of steps falls to the ground, dancing the colours of the horizon's darkness in dew. The dove slept in an olive leaf, the cooh of a promised peace, as a sign of a redemptive storm. The tethered pot is imbued with splattered hues. Oh, how the beauty of light may move the heart to want more. Breathe in the fresh air as it falls from the blue sky. Climbing the lofty pass of eternity's bridge.

No more rival sparks. Just them. Choosing each other. One coffee at a time. Cliffhanger sharp: next Saturday. Another coffee. Hands held longer. Words deeper. Jealousy resolved. Trust blooming. No rush. But unstoppable. Rival appeared. Sparks flew. Claim made. Something forever beginning.

The air turned into a shimmering haze of "Spectral-Ozone." The Twins, Jax and Cole, found their exit through the hospital’s satellite dish. They didn't run into the street; they ran into the Cloud. For a split second, every billboard in the downtown district displayed a flickering image of two silver wolves racing through a neon forest. The Emotional Core