My Three Thousand Years To The Sky Novels & Stories

For fifty years, the sky had been a lie. A careful illusion stretched across the ceiling of Neo-Stain—layered light projections, atmospheric simulations, a controlled mimicry of what the world used to be. Pale blues in the morning. Dull gold in the evening. Artificial stars stitched into programmed darkness. It was beautiful, It was precise. And it was false.

Whenever she thought she had seen the limits of Frank's abilities, Frank would suddenly surpass it again, doing something she could not comprehend. Frank then turned toward Skyler. "So, we should be looking out for an eclipse… When's the next one?" "The next eclipse…? In three days!" Skyler nodded—having a laser precision when it came to her sense of time was quintessential for assassination missions. "Three days? Hmm. Well, there's no time like the present." With a cool chuckle, Frank turned and started to leave, while Skyler quickly chased after him… - Three days later, Jouri Yelin was exclaiming over the phone, "Mr. Frankton, your sheer efficiency is… beyond description!"

One year later Sky gave birth to a baby girl named Heaven two months ago, and her unique eye colors—one green, and one yellow—brought immense joy to everyone. Initially, Sky and Zion feared their daughter had been switched at birth, so they conducted a DNA test. The results confirmed she was theirs, allowing them to breathe a sigh of relief and start a new journey. Their other three children are now aged three and two. Case has finally gained his abilities, which include levitating. As excited as Zion is can't wait for his son to turn eighteen to know if he will have wolf abilities as well.

" Sky said. "You both are on the top of the list. Do you have plans to work together?" Mike asked curiously. "We don't have plans yet but I just hope one day we will have a project together." Sky turned to me and I winked at him. The whole studio adored us. "So Sky, your last movie was hitting. 2 million views in 3 days, that's a really impressive." The whole studio clapped and Sky chuckled. "Thank you so much, I worked with an awesome team and not to mention with Timothy Dorren!"

Then suddenly— the First One pointed toward Thomas again. Then its voice echoed across the entire world. "BRING ME THE LAST HEIR." The sky shattered. The armies descended. And Arc Three truly began. To Be Continued...

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as the question echoed unanswered. Above, the heavens remained fractured, the jagged split in the sky visible only to those cursed to perceive it. Victor could see it clearly, the unsettling rupture that tore across the clouds like a scar. It was a sight that defied reason, a glimpse into the realms beyond that few could endure without losing their sanity. Those attuned to the demonic pathways—Victor, Saoirse, and others like them—were bound to its haunting presence, a grim reminder of the chaos lurking just beyond the veil.

“Daddy found me a meteor. Do you know what that is? It’s a rock from outer space! He said it came from farther than the tapestry!” Isaac has moved closer, silently, now standing at my side to watch the exchange, spatula in hand. “Amazing. Do you have it with you?” Skye nods, beaming with excitement. There’s nothing she loves more than showing off her treasures. She zooms away, and Posey slowly rises, whispering something to Aris that seems to calm him down and erase the tension in his shoulders, but her eyes meet mine again. She gives me the faintest of nods.

he asked lightly. Faline lightly bit her lip in concentration, one of her canine teeth poking out as her blue eyes peered intently at the spot he was pointing at. The sky she saw now was rather different from the one she had seen all those years ago before General Dana gave her the power of the ice. There were so many stars that there was almost no empty space, and the shimmering dots that human eyes could see were brighter and more colorful to Faline. Small ember-like flashes occasionally sparked in the air as rocks fell from the heavens. And in the section of space Iwaoka was pointing to was... “There’s this dust-cloud formation. It seems so tiny, mote-like but it’s so far away. It must be

I see Will waving frantically at me from a table where all of them are at. There are two empty chairs between Frankie and Will. Jason pulls the chair out next to Frankie for me and pushes it in for me as I sit. After I'm settled Frankie reaches over and rubs my humongous belly. I love being pregnant but I'm ready for it to be done. Seventeen weeks down and only twenty-three more weeks to go; if I make it another twenty-three weeks. I know Mom didn't make it the whole term when she was pregnant with us. An hour and half and seven slow dances later, it's fifteen minutes before the ball drops. The night club has all ten televisions tuned into the New Years Eve Party in New York.

And finally, a child with a long sword strapped to his back, the 9th Sky. In the 2nd Sky’s hands was a generously ornamented flute. This flute was an artefact that could summon the Skies as long as they were within range. Its range covered a large galaxy and as long as the 2nd Sky wished it, the 3rd Sky would appear here. “There is no need. She is already with our target. Do not make me come out. Bring the Asura before me and make it kneel at my feet.” “Yes Lord,” the 2nd Sky obeyed, leaving the room, and soaring out of the battleship. The other Skies left with him after bowing to their lord. As they gazed upon the world below, their arrogant expressions conveyed their disgust.