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asked James. “Ha,” Larix chuckled and said, “It won’t be a big deal to tell you. Our Lord was injured while fighting to conquer another plane. He happened to see the birth of the Endlos Plane. The Endlos Light appeared when the Endlos Plane was forming, and it contained the method for him to fully recover.” “Another plane?” James frowned.

The restless power inside of him pulled his paws, steering the plane towards inevitable death. It took everything Jinx had to pull the plane to the side, skidding through the sky away from the supernatural pull out to get him. He couldn't see anything at all with the white light still blinding him. But he heard the ripping sound of metal and felt the plane rock out of control. The wing was gone and he was fucked. He might have been blind, but Jinx could feel the plane tumbling through the air. It had to be plunging towards the ocean because that was what planes did when they crashed. They went down. Even planes made of Chaos magick.

The tip of the right wing was not far enough off the ground and the power of the blow broke it off like it was made nothing more than papier-mâché. "We're gonna die!" Cynthia screeched. "No, we're not!" I bellowed back not actually believing myself. Another building came into view, and we were forced to roll the plane the opposite way. Another scrape across the buildings took off the bottom shell of the plane. "Put your feet up!" I screamed looking back. Erin had helped Benjamin into the seats I had vacated right in front of the boys. They immediately did as I told them just as the left wing completely dislodged itself on another building.

she demanded. "Could be dangerous," Paolo warned, but he was already turning the wheel, his weathered hands moving with surprising speed. As they drew nearer, Maria's heart climbed into her throat. "Paolo! It's a person!" Paolo cursed viciously, gunning the engine. "Get the hook and the rescue ring!" The boat cut through the water, slicing past floating luggage and twisted metal. A plane. It had to be a plane crash. Maria tried not to think about the people, the families who had been aboard. Instead, she focused on the lone figure floating face-down in the water.

The biplane landed roughly in a field near Caitlin’s grandmother’s house, Caitlin spending the whole two-hour flight gazing anxiously out the window. At one point, she thought she had seen shapes on the horizon—Immortalists chasing them—but these had just turned out to be the silhouettes of birds on the horizon. There had also been a fierce storm raging in the distance behind them, and a strange glowing light that had made Caitlin’s stomach twist and turn. She had ignored all her worries and tried to focus on what was to come.

But, the smell of Lake prevents me from calming down even though the plane is moving fast. ‘It's not going to catch up with us. We're about to take off.’ I tell myself mentally, opening my eyes. Curiosity runs through me and that's why I look for Lake on the tarmac and I don't rest until I see him approaching the plane. I deny smiling knowing that it is not possible for him to reach us, but, the werewolf does not give up. The plane rises a little, so, I celebrate mentally because it's not going to stop my flight, however, my breathing stops when I see how he throws himself into one of the wings of the plane.

" I slammed the door in his face, leaving him and Wendy staring at each other in the hallway. The neighbors whispered among themselves, and they glared at the two of them with obvious disgust. Jacob banged on the door, begging me to let him in. I ignored him. Only when he heard me slam the bedroom door did he punch the wall in frustration and leave. Calmly, I turned on the bedside lamp and started flipping through a magazine. The reason I dared to cause such a scene today… was because I had been reborn. In my past life, it was when Jacob left to be with Wendy that the house caught fire. Locked inside, I burned to death.

The first foam popper still startled him into swearing. Out back, Philips watched the body-cam relay and made notes without looking down. “Too slow on Door Four,” he murmured. “Bruno laps the breach. Sonja’s a surgeon. Frank’s the ghost. Captain’s in a good mood and I hate it.” Week Two — Airborne & Steel The jump you already know: the fuselage smell of old oil and fear, the red light, the casual shove into forever. Pauly’s prayer to the invisible. The paragliding geometry of men who remembered how to fall.

Lucas’s POV The sky outside the jet window was no longer dark; it was a screaming, flashing void of white light and gray rain. The plane felt like a toy caught in the mouth of a giant beast. Every time the wind hit us, the metal groaned, a sound so loud it vibrated in my teeth. "Mr. Ashford! I’m losing the left engine!" the pilot’s voice crackled over the intercom, filled with a terror I had never heard before. "The lightning—it hit the wing! I have to find a place to land! Any place!"