Ran Away From His Sky Novels & Stories

Every instinct screams at me to turn back to the safety of the bridge. The canopies of the remaining pods suddenly open, exposing my companions still in hibernation, utterly unaware of the impending danger. The monitors have either malfunctioned, or this is a safety device. I force myself not to panic as my breathing becomes labored from the lack of oxygen. I have almost reached Beth. She stares up at me, and I can see relief in her eyes. There is no time to consider the consequences. I rip out her tubes and remove the restraints. Globular clusters of blood and fluid float upward to the widening fracture and disappear. Beth stretches out a hand, “Skye, help me,” she whispers.

, he seemed pretty much annoyed. "It's ok", Sky said with a soft smile. "There ain't many days left anyway", she was calm. "But I can't stay away from you", Elliot tried to protest. "Gosh! Can't you wait for a few days?", Sky eyed him angrily as she wiped her mouth with a napkin. In fact, she herself wanted to go to the Frost Mansion. "Atleast in that way, I won't embarrass myself for some time.", she thought about the last night as her heart skipped a beat.

His huge heart shattered into a million pieces as his jet lifted into the clear blue Russian skies and pointed its nose across the vast oceans towards the West. He did not know if his kind would ever run free through the stunning snow-covered valleys of his Packlands again but he knew when his time came this would be where his spirit would roam free.

However, just as I realize this, the world around us starts to disappear. "Sky?! What's going on?" Ebony stammers and looks up at me. Suddenly we're being pulled apart. "No! Sky, don't leave me!" She reaches out to me and I try to grab her hand but she's too far away. Tears stream down her face as she starts shrinking down and fades away. "SKY!!!"

"Sky, shouldn't you be leaving now?" Skylar looked up and stared at her. "Oh yeah, you're right." He agreed and stopped his torture, allowing the twins to breathe. He then stood up and patted himself down. "Well then, I'll be going now." He announced. "Already?" The twins pouted. "Unfortunately." "But you just got here." "And I must leave. Uncle Sky has to go to somewhere far away for the time being." He explained. "Then will you come back again soon?" Miguel asked, his head tilted slightly to the side.

We talked about the old days—turning over photographs, one by one. Each picture carried a memory, and the memories never seemed to run out. The moon slowly began to set, and my body started to turn transparent again. "Greyson," my voice was fading. "I have to leave now. The Moon Goddess is calling me." He frantically tried to grab my hand. "Don't go! Stay with me a little longer..." I smiled gently, my body beginning to drift upward, out of my control. "Millie, let me hold you one last time," he cried out.

Don't you want to live happily ever after with Owen? [Things have gotten out of hand. You're really jealous.] [Break off the engagement like that, and who knows what Owen would do? Maybe tomorrow he'll just kidnap you.] [What? Is there going to be a kidnapping play? Can't wait.] Of course, I was afraid Owen might snap, so I needed to escape as soon as possible. In just a few hours, I would be halfway across the world, heading to another country. ... When the plane took off, I let out a deep sigh of relief.

Stevie I lean back against the cool stone of the overlook and tip my face up toward the sky, letting the thin autumn sun warm my cheeks. The clouds move slow today, stretched and lazy, like they don’t know a war is coming. Like the world isn’t holding its breath. Below me, in the training yard, Sky stands awkwardly among a cluster of kids his age. Teenagers, technically. Almost-grown wolves with too-long limbs and too-loud voices. He doesn’t quite fit the circle they’ve formed. He never does.

Then my head started some calculations; Jax could be really cunning. I should just runaway or something. I looked at him talking to the store owner by the road side. The transition is abrupt. Consider adding a beat of internal hesitation: I should just run away. Now. Before he comes back. I looked at him talking to the store owner by the roadside. He was relaxed, at ease. Not watching the car. Not watching me. Still occupied. I opened the door slowly, avoiding suspicion. I retightened the cap, and buried my face to the ground. Being alone is better than with some mercenaries.

Sky explained, “if you open your mind and reach for him, he might feel it. Not like words. More like… a pull. A signal. Like something is wrong.” My heart skipped. “You think he would come?” “He would feel you,” Sky said simply. “And if he cares… he will come.” Silence filled my head. Then I shook it off. “No,” I said again. “I don’t need him. We can do this ourselves.” Sky let out a long, tired sigh. “You are so stubborn.” “Deal with it.” “Fine,” she snapped. “Then tell me your genius plan.” I hesitated. Then said, “I’ll let you out.”