My Three Thousand Years To The Sky Novels & Stories

For once, I was allowed to want this. Kael’s lips brushed my temple. “You’re smiling in your sleep again.” “I’m thinking about how I almost lost you before I even had you,” I whispered, tracing the scar along his jaw with one fingertip. “And how you still chose me anyway.” His dark eyes opened, amber flickering to life. “I’ve been waiting thirty-four years for my mate.

Then I put my hand back on the control yoke. Tower cleared me for takeoff. I advanced the throttle. The engine roared louder. Runway markings swept beneath the nose, one by one. I reached rotation speed. I eased back on the yoke. The wheels left the ground. In that moment, there was no roar like I'd imagined, and no tears. Just quiet. The ground fell away slowly. Rivers, forests, and rooftops spread out beneath me. The sky that should have been mine seven years ago, the one I'd come within a single step of, had finally caught me again.

grumbled Skye in dissatisfaction and grew increasingly angry the more she thought about it. “Isn’t it just a matter of two to three hours? We’re already masters in the ultimate god-level, and it’s easy peasy for us to break through into the soul-penetrating level in the future. We’ll live up to five hundred years old, so won’t two to three hours be nothing to us?” Arthur glanced at Skye speechlessly. “If you can’t wait for us, you can go into the forest by yourself first. We’ll go in and look for you later.”

"Aradaa, stop it. You're bleeding again." Kaelor’s voice hit the high ceilings of the sanctuary like a lead weight. He didn't move toward the bed. He stayed by the window, his large frame silhouetted against the erratic neon pulse of the Navia skyline. Three months. Three months since the sky turned violet, and the city still looked like a gut-shot beast struggling to breathe.

​The sky over Neo-Tokyo was no longer a Bruised violet. For the first time in fifty years, it was a terrifying, crystalline black, dotted with the cold fire of distant stars. But the beauty of the "Awakening" was short-lived. As the Static Blanket dissolved, the vacuum left behind was filled with a new kind of sound, a high-pitched, metallic whine that vibrated in the teeth of every shifter in the city.

And where Rayden had stood, only a circle of fire remained, forming an ancient symbol, the Duskar crest, beating alive for the first time in a thousand years. *** High above the Silent Valley, Orion suddenly opened his eyes from meditation. His Ashura Token trembled, glowing with that same red light. “Rayden…” he whispered, barely audible. “You really did set the sky ablaze.” “Welcome to the Third Sky, Heir of Two Worlds.” Rayden opened his eyes. Before him stretched a sea of fire that did not burn, flowing calmly like liquid glass. The sky above was layered, nine layers, each pulsing like the heart of a titan, slowly pumping red-gold light into the world.

A fantastic spectacle! The geo3000 spacecraft has gone beyond the milky way. A thousand years ago, we had no idea that we would go beyond our galaxy. We only dreamed of colonizing Mars. Even earlier, we dreamed of getting to the surface of the moon. Now, contrary to all skeptics, we know that man has entered the surface of the moon, colonized Mars, and the earth ship GEO3000 flies to the limits of the Universe. To do unthinkable things, you need to change your thinking, to have the courage to dream that only you can change humanity. Great people change society, moreover, they change the appearance of the world around them. It was these great men who dared to do what no one else could. They c

His sparks of light appeared to him like orphan fireflies above the infinite darkness of the water. On the third day, they crossed a latitude and the next thing they knew, dawn was breaking on the horizon. They squinted at the dazzling light, bleary-eyed. Temujin and Aki finally had an inkling how their ancestors must’ve felt coming out of the Age of Darkness, upon the parting of the curtain of dust clouds brought about by the Fire from Heaven meteor. It was like being witness to the breaking of a curse.

I was tired, more tired than I had ever been in my life, but I was home. ​Thorne stood at my side, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade. Silas stood on the other, the Black Box tucked under his arm. We were the Weaver, the Wolf, and the Architect. And we were ready. ​The planet was breathing. And for the first time in three hundred years, it was breathing for itself. ​Thorne looked at the sky, where the last of the falling debris was burning out in the atmosphere. They’ll come back, he said.

It took us three times the usual to get there. “Don’t shift back yet…Allow me to feel the water, I’ll be better when I do.” Sky said when we got to the fountain. He moved to the water and laid by the side where there were rocks. “I miss her.” He said. “I know, we both do.” “Do you think she will change her mind?” Sky asked.