Pivot Of The Sky Novels & Stories

Zayden jerked his head up A car was stopped right in front of him. He tried to swerve, but the wet, icy road betrayed him. The tires lost grip. The steering wheel spun under his hands. The vehicle skidded across the slick pavement Then everything flipped. Metal screamed. Glass shattered. The world turned upside down. And then... Silence. Cold. Dark. The snow outside continued falling, calm and steady… as his crumpled car lay still on the side of the road. *****

I reached into my most disciplined core the Ice and then filtered that focus through the observational lens of the Earth. I didn't attack. I simply observed the subtle flaws in her domain and projected my observation. "Your chaos is not freedom, Chief," I stated, pointing to a small, nearly imperceptible wobble in the great, massive structure of the Sky Island beneath her. "It is instability. The constant, erratic shifting of your islands is causing molecular stress fractures in the crystallized air, slowly disintegrating your home." The Air-Weavers looked startled. Their elemental mastery was so focused on motion that they ignored the internal decay it caused.

I focus my attention on the area where the witches seem to be hiding, trying to destroy what’s left of the tunnel they’re hiding in. I hear a screech above me and look up to see the Phoenix flying through the air. She blows her fire around the areas where dragons are pulling the invisible tube up and dumping witches out. When Ajax sees her, he goes racing after her. I can’t focus on them right now, I need to focus on my mate. When Everett arrives, he asks me what’s wrong, but I don’t know. I just know that whatever bones were broken in her body are now fixed. But that doesn’t mean that our baby is safe.

They may not like me, but at least when they're near, other students can't kill me. Ahead of me, Rowan, Seyla, and Lyra, all link arms as they giggle in excitement. I slow my pace slightly to keep a distance. I don't want my sour mood to bring down theirs. I glance up at the night sky, and I gasp. I stop walking altogether as I take in the millions of stars lighting the sky. I almost forgot how beautiful the night sky is.

Jack had to dig his fingers into the stone to keep from being pulled into the sky. Cain floated up, surrounded by a corona of destructive power. He threw his head back, opening his arms to the vortex above. "COME!" Cain screamed to the sky. "I AM READY! GRANT ME THE POWER!" The vortex stopped spinning. The wind stopped screaming. Absolute silence fell over the Arctic. Then, the sky blinked. The center of the purple vortex didn't open a portal. It became something. The clouds shifted, coalescing into a shape that the human mind refused to process. It was vast. It was ancient.

Sofia whispered, her head falling back as the blue cracks on her skin began to glow with a soft, stabilizing emerald light. The other children moved in, forming a wide circle around Sofia and Nomo. They joined hands, their small bodies glowing with a collective resonance that defied the oily blackness of the sky. It wasn't the violent, explosive power of the Sovereign; it was the quiet, stubborn strength of the root. They were the "Seeded," and they were anchoring the sky.

He studied her. Weighed the request. “You would accept my help?” he asked. Amber held his gaze. “I would accept anything that keeps this from destroying everything.” A long silence followed. Then— Very slowly— Her father nodded. “Then we prepare,” he said. The words barely settled before— The sky cracked. ⸻ It wasn’t a sound. It was a rupture. A visible fracture tearing across the unstable sky above them, light spilling through in sharp, jagged lines. The ground beneath their feet responded instantly, pulsing violently, the patterns no longer flowing but colliding.

"You just try to survive long enough to see if it's worth it." "Worth what?" "The transition." "What transition?" The figure looked at Joshua. Joshua looked at Vance. "The one that happens when the Architect arrives," Joshua said. "And when is that?" Vance asked, his voice low, dangerous. "Look up." They looked up. The sky wasn't just filled with drones anymore. The clouds had peeled back, revealing a massive, rotating disk of light, hanging over the mountain like a burning eye. "That's not a ship," Richard whispered, his body paralyzed.

Helvius did not notice anything amiss. The Sky City was located on the main mountain of the Elixir Pavilion. Behind the main mountain was another mountain. This mountain looked like a sharp sword that pierced the sky and was connected to the Sky City. The sword-like mountain was a restricted area of the Elixir Pavilion called Mount Truskie. The Old Master of the Elixir Pavilion had secluded himself on Mount Truskie. Helvius had not visited Mount Truskie for many years. When he arrived, he raised his hand, and mysterious inscriptions emerged from his palm. They slowly dispersed into the air, and a large formation quietly came into view.

He just hoped that it was not too late to save who needed the pavilion. Eloise looked to the western sky. It was as if everything in her body was telling her what she sought was in that direction. She released her grip on the throat of a middle-aged man she held in her hand. His body fell from the sky and was quickly ripped apart by the shock waves. She waved her hand over her storage ring and the handle of a whip. The entire handle was made of silver metal. The top had a glowing silver energy core, and its colorful body was made from over a hundred different metals. She had put it together while waiting for the others to wake up.