Phasmophobia Red Sky Novels & Stories

“Stop moving.” “You stop moving,” I said. Elara wiped a tear from her eye. “They grow up so fast.” Marek turned to her. “Please do not encourage this.” I leaned in until the circle was inches from my face. Inside the light, something shifted. A change in color. A tilt of perspective. A glimpse of sky. Not Earth sky. Not winter sky. High Realm sky. The swirling blue gold mix, touched with floating frost dust. The kind of sky that breathed magic and shimmered like a living painting.

"Why? Is it wrong to want a child for Jack? Jack's dying, with just six months left. In the end, won't I still be with you? If it bothered you, why didn't you say something sooner?" Without realizing it, Hannah's feelings took a sharp turn. Jack's hand, once a source of warmth and affection, then filled her with an unsettling anxiety. "I need to use the restroom." With that, she did not head for the bathroom in the master bedroom but bolted to the guest bathroom in the living room, making sure to lock the door. Taking deep breaths, she tried to reassure herself with hopeful thoughts and typed out a text. [Marvin, did you send that text to the wrong person?]

he smirked, raising his hand to point to the window opposite us. I walked to the window, my eyes fixed on him, and then I gazed outside. I gasped in shock, unable to believe my eyes. It was a dead end, and it was dark. There was no light, and I couldn't see anything outside. The sky wasn't blue but rather a deep red in color, something I had never seen before. I attempted to look again and saw some white hands, as if they were trying to wave. I couldn't quite understand what they were, and the darkness made it difficult to see clearly.

She informs Nicholas she’ll be back by sundown and continues running towards the opposite side of the garden, to the library. Instead of tending to Jean, here she was at an abandoned building, with bookshelves leaning like a fallen domino, and wallpapers burnt and one side of the library still burning. The ceiling had holes in it, and through it, Cerise can see how red the sky really was. It was as if the earth was covered with blood. Red moon. She had once recognized. She learned about it in one of her courses, proving to be more useful than she thought. “A red sky comes with a red moon, and a red moon indicates a transfer of power”

I cannot breathe well as I grapple to keep wandering towards him. Tiny steps I take with my bare feet that imprint on the delicate drenched soil, my mind turns dreich and sombre just as the enlarged grey clouds brewing to birth another storm. Uncertainty of what is to come shackles me with a profound atrociousness. I am knowingly entering the beast's den and I know for sure that I shall be pitilessly gorged for that...that is Phobos.

This is our group’s spot for practices, making assignments or projects and for relaxing. There’s a bench that can fit all of us though we often prefer to sit on the ground covered with green grasses. The trees are surrounding the whole place that made it look more relaxing. It’s filled with fresh air in here. Teagan sat on the ground and Yukira laid on his lap. Yunho wrapped his arm around Unira. Their actions made Scarlet and I vomit. “Ew, gross,” Scarlet commented and act as if she’s about to vomit. “Yeah, I don’t want to look at them,” I laughed.

“It’s still there.” Delph’s jaw hardened. “Show me.” Minutes later, they stood atop the western ramparts. The twins remained inside with attendants, though Delph could still feel their unease pulsing faintly through the bond. Before them, beyond the black line of forest and the jagged spine of the eastern mountains, the sky burned crimson. Not bright. Not fiery. A deep, unnatural red. Like blood spreading through water. Dark clouds churned above the peaks. Within them, lightning flashed.

Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Veil Cracks The morning sky over Greyhowl didn’t greet them with gold or pale blues—it bled crimson. The clouds churned in slow spirals, veins of red streaking across the horizon like open wounds in the sky. The sun, when it broke through, burned a sickly orange-red, casting everything in a perpetual dusk. The estate’s security lights flickered on automatically, mistaking the darkened sky for nightfall. Link stood on the estate balcony, staring out over the grounds, jaw tight, arms crossed. He could smell it—the air was wrong. Thick. Metallic. Like the scent of blood before a kill.

Three rapid pounds against the door had me pinching the bridge of my nose, “I could have used a few more minutes.” Finn chuckled before Enzo kicked open the door, dragging Sin along with him, “Are you two done fucking now?” “Didn’t fuck him,” I grinned, crossing my arms over my chest. “And I’m not a man who can shift into a wolf,” Enzo rolled his eyes. “You gonna tell me the sky isn’t blue next?” I arched a brow, “Sin, could you walk over to the window and let me know what color the sky is currently?” The sun was setting and instead of the typical blue, the sky was bright oranges and pinks, with a hint of purple.

A door led out of it to the balcony, from where he could get a good view of his territory. His eyes fluttered close as he took a deep breath, taking in the night breeze into his lungs—the breeze that blew gently onto his face, making his long white hair sway in it. His arms held on tightly onto the railings of the balcony as he stared into the sky, revelling in the quietness the dark night offered. “Aaaarrrgh,” the scream came in the distance. Ferguson's eyes glowed a bright, ruby-red colour as his wolf stirred restlessly inside him—the famed red glow that was specific to Alphas; the glow that sent the pack trembling and their legs wobbling whenever he showed it.