Lord Of The Skies Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“That’s a hard ask… but I’ll do it. Unless I need to assert my authority on someone. I don’t need you commanding people to respect me as I earn their trust on the battlefield.” “Here are your desserts.” “Thank you. That looks so good.” The ice cream was smooth and the coffee flavor was amazing. “How is it?” “Perfect. I love coffee.” “What else do you love?” “Mornings. Sunrises and sunsets. Books and I do want to be an author myself. I don’t tell people that. You are actually the only person I have told.” “Really?” “Yeah.” I shrugged, feeling vulnerability. “I might let you read it one day.”

Sky stood paralyzed in the shadows of the doorway, having just arrived as Travis’s final, cold declaration echoed through the room. "This is the woman I actually want to marry. And I will burn this city to the ground before I let anyone touch her." The words were a physical blow. Sky had spent years perfecting her mask of indifference, rising through the ranks of the Argentum Order until she earned her place as the fifth-ranked officer. She was the shadow, the silent blade, the one who saw everything. But she hadn't seen this coming.

He fidgeted underneath my glare his eyes trailing to the floor, " Yes, my lord." I grunted in relief. Progress! After five years, progresses! I took a seat after pacing around for hours, "Finally we can get rid of those dragons, " I muttered. "Yes your majesty, with the bands of Arkiah, we can penetrate their barrier magic, but-" Luke trailed off. My gaze immediately snapped to him, knowing he was holding back something, " speak!" I growled out. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, eyes still on the stoned floor.

His voice has a lace of suspicion in it. “It’s not that. He’s Nathalia’s adoptive father. You guys are not related.” He explained to Byron. Then upon realizing what he has just said, he pushed Byron aside to greet my father. “I’m sorry.” He bowed respectfully. “I didn’t mean to be rude. I was just explaining things to Byron.” Then, looking back at my father, he straightened up. “We have met yesterday, but I haven’t properly introduced myself. I’m Former General Skyr, head of Squadron C.”

They were really going to swallow each other’s faces at that rate. Claire’s home was surrounded with different colorful flowers of different natures. It gave a certain cooling effect and feeling that made the area surrounding the flowers seem peaceful. Sebastian had earlier informed me that Claire’s family were florists and her mother sold them for a living. I made a note to buy some of the flowers on my way out. It was in the period of the year when the flowers were just blooming attracting numerous variegated butterflies around them. I realized that I had spent most of the time in my mansion no wonder these flowers and butterflies mesmerized me that much. “You like what you see?” a voice b

She tried to bring her dragon out so that she would continue to fly, but she couldn’t. "Great. Just great. When I need you, you are not here but when you need me you depress my human in me by force and take over." She excalimed, clapping her hands in sarcasm. She laid on her back, and focused her gaze on the clear blue sky above her. She knew that in few minutes, darkness will elorpe the world and swallow up the brightenss in it. The moon will shine above her while the stars will glitter, lightening up her dull heart. She couldn’t wait to see the moon because it had been long since she had talked to it.

James froze. Lance was dead? The news came as a shock to him. “Yes, he died by Tobias’ hand,” Sky said. As he said that, he exuded a terrifying aura that shattered the windows of the convoys behind him. Even the Phantom Army was sent flying and collapsed to the ground. James deflected the aura in time and prevented the convoy behind him from destruction. Staring at Sky in disbelief, a chill ran down his spine. He had never fought against Sky. He had only heard of him. Sky was a member of Lance’s Elite Four a hundred years ago. As the leader of the Elite Four, it was only because of him that Lance managed to secure his position as the King.

“And what the fuck have you done to your hair?” He flicked his fingers over the fringes. “I planned to dye them blue.” I squinted my eyes, clearly disgusted by the idea and the vision of it. He gave a bitter laugh and spoke. “Returning to the topic. Let’s be honest here. No one likes me. None.” He was sort of true. Eros enjoyed the same freedom as I did—privacy, which was more than most in our world could get. He had his own business. We both did. While I took care of the Vitale Empire, he took care of the Castellanos.

I know where she is going. Nero nodded, ‘Of course, Lycanthrope, go, bring her home’ Sirius strode out to the ‘Copter and the Pilot saluted sharply, ‘Where to Sir?’ He asked watching the blonde man board and sit next to him, ‘Do you know the Pride-lands?’ Sirius asked and the Pilot nodded, ‘Yes Sir, we all know where the King of the Beasts resides’ ‘Good, we are headed there, land me as near as you can and wait. Understood?’

"How do you even know about the great book?" Sighing, Luca moved towards the back of the cave. Leaning against the rocky wall, he frowned. "After you were infected with the poison, by all rules you should've died..." Gazing at the fire he continued. "The great book had a connection with you, the same way you do with other Dragons. Before the poison could take your life completely, the Great Book sent her last energy to you..." Snapping his gaze back to me, his face hardened. "She has chosen you to have her energy, to live on in her name and help other riders... To be the saviour of the Dragons."