Lord Of The Skies Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Freya felt the feeling of distaste return to her stomach as she thought of that. The fair goddess stood abruptly, wearing a smile that Freya identified as fake. “I'm sorry for my manners, my Lady. I'm general Karen, the chief of Lord Draven's army.“ She shot a glance at Draven as she said her last words, but he was too busy looking elsewhere.

“Tell me, have you attended Professor Draven’s combat class yet?” I groan. “Unfortunately.” Professor Starling laughs. I smile despite myself. For a while, we simply walk. The academy slowly waking around us. Students gathering and bondeds stretching. The smell of breakfast drifting through the air. Gods, the place almost feels normal. Then a massive shadow passes overhead. I look up. A gryphon. Its rider laughing as they dive through the clouds. Further away, an Ironclad dragon releases a thunderous roar that shakes the ground beneath my feet. Students barely react.

The letter came on a Tuesday morning. Lihua never liked Tuesdays because she felt it was the day when the universe liked to shake things up, right when you finally had your week steady. It wore the Tiancang Sect’s vermillion crane—wings wide, painted with that almost arrogant elegance that only people wielding real power ever bother with. And it had both their names there on the front. No pretending this was just for him.

Rows of Sky lords in silver armor line the walls, faces hidden behind masks of frozen cloud. At the far end: the empty throne. And standing before it, a single figure. Tall. Ancient. Armor made of the first storm that ever was. The Sky King himself. He looks at me (really looks) and for one heartbeat I feel the weight of every sky that ever hung over a battlefield. Then he speaks, voice like glaciers breaking. Sky King: “You were summoned as a courtesy. You answered with war. Kneel, child, and I will make it quick.”

Just then, my phone buzzed with a call from my leader. "Marvin, the chopper's landed at the hospital for your granddad. Where are you? I'll send someone to get you."

The sky above the Bloodlands burned with unnatural fire. As Kael, Aria, and their company crested the final ridge that overlooked the enemy's domain, the full horror unfolded before them. From horizon to horizon, dark crimson clouds spiraled around a column of light rising from the center of Malric's capital—a spire of magic that twisted the heavens into a vortex of storm and flame. Lightning forked across the sky like angry veins, and the earth itself pulsed in time with the thrumming energy.

They want to ruin me in every way possible. Their hands punish. Their lips taunt. Their bodies ruin. But the worst part? A part of me likes it. This isn’t a love story. It’s a game of power, pain, and obsession. And I’m about to lose everything. Even my heart. And when one of them decides that’s what he exactly wants, maybe he’ll get it too. After all, the Lords always get what they want. And this time… they want me. __________________ Disclaimer This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters, settings, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination.

To feel – really feel – again was a blessing, and, though I didn’t understand it, or why it had happened to me, or how long it would last for, I did know that, had it been the other way around, my envy would have been written plainly on my face for all to see. And I didn’t even want to be human so badly as Kathrena did. “I wonder why,” she murmured. Then she opened the book to the right page, sitting up straighter. “Anyway. Look at this. Hopefully this is all you’ll need to convince Aradia and the Clan that Skye isn’t a threat to us.” She pushed it towards me, and I chewed on my lip, relishing secretly at the press of my warm skin. It was the very same book that I’d seen in her bedroom, with

Axel signaled him to come nearer and sit in front of him. “What’s your name and rank?” “I-I’m Sky... and I’m a Psi,” he meekly muttered, pushing his glasses up. Axel understandingly nodded. A Psi, just like Liam. “Good evening to you too, Sky. What do you need?” “W-Well, uh, I just finished reading a book and I-I thought I’d share it with you... Alpha.” Sky gave him the book with shaking hands. He looked down on the cover and read the title: The Anthem of Lycanthropy.

“Can you explain what that means?” Leander nods his head at Tobias. “The book is written in an ancient language that was impossible to read. When Lorcan showed me the book, I couldn’t figure it out. However, Lorcan could read that book because the language he saw was English. “It didn’t make sense to me, but to him, it did. Lorcan hid that book away, and none of us has thought about it in years. As soon as Lilly fell into a deep sleep, Luther and Lorcan began talking. Lorcan knew that he needed to get back to Dalgaard Mansion to retrieve that book. Lorcan is probably smarter than anyone I have ever known, and he knew just what to do.”