Remlit Skyward Sword Novels & Stories

"Get a small team of your fastest people together. We need to find those girls before it's too late." --- The cloud cover had been blown away by the wintry winds exposing the inky black night skies. Stars were scattered through blackness, Sparkling like diamonds on a bed of black velvet. But it was the moon that dominated the sky, her silvery light bathing the frozen wilderness until it looked like a black and white photo was as beautiful as it was haunting.

He saw a giant cuttlefish so he pushed through the water to catch it’s pace and pierce its head perfectly with his dagger. While Namir was underwater, Amaris decided to show out from the darkness. He took the opportunity to assassinate the sleeping princess on the moistened pavement. He took a handful of the sand and he turned it into a silver sword. The edge of the blade glinted as it hit the moonlight. Amaris stared at his venomous sneer reflecting on the blade. He went closer to Nemiah but he felt a sudden confounding feeling as he watched her cuddling on the ground with his cloak around her. He shook his head and sighed heavily to scoff out the dreading emotion he was starting to feel. “

The sky-mount is a terrifying, magnificent creature, its leathery wingspan wide enough to shadow the entire ruined courtyard in a flickering, bat-like veil. As it launches itself into the air, the world beneath us falls away, replaced by a dizzying, violent expanse of clouds and moonlight that threatens to swallow us whole. The freezing wind whips my hair into a frenzy, tearing at my eyes, stinging like abrasive salt, and I am forced to wrap my arms tightly around Daryl’s waist to keep from plunging into the jagged, frost-bitten peaks below. Every muscle in my body is screaming, stretched taut by the sheer velocity of our ascent.

Our black world was turning red with the sunrise, and the tip of a glittering white wall could be seen jutting out above the bare treetops. "You never told me what you thought about the sky. It's beautiful, isn't it?" He nodded and kissed the top of my head. "Hold tight kids, we've got henchmen at our rear."

My corpse was set aside as the sky burial practitioner—my husband, Gideon Slater—removed the ring on my finger. He squinted at it and scrutinized it before casting it aside. Another sky burial practitioner asked, "Why does she have a ring, Gideon?" He wiped his blade indifferently. "I don't know. Maybe her family forgot to remove it." Soon, he would disassemble my body and mix the parts with flour so the vultures could have me. I watched with mixed feelings as I realized he didn't recognize my corpse. He didn't even recognize that the ring he'd cast aside was our wedding band!

He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on. Nick threw Drago a pair of camo shorts, and he quickly slipped them on. “Surrounded by dragons,” she smiled in amazement. Grigo and Marcu stepped forward with black and gray wings spread out. All their wings spun six feet across, and Madchen could see their talons protruding from their fingertips . Madchen couldn’t find any words, instead she stared, mouth agape. They were magnificent, all of them, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

Skylar, who had softened for love, was already dead in that cold sea. "Install it." I stared into Luke's crazed eyes. "Night Owl was always meant to be a monster."

, Clovis admitted vulnerably. Lucas stormed out of the office, running into the woods, before he would tear this place apart. He needed air to breathe. His lungs burned with exertion as he finally came to a stop, his chest heaving with ragged breath. Lucas leaned against a tree, his mind swirling with a maelstrom of emotions. Anger, frustration, and betrayal roiled within him, threatening to consume him from the inside out. The weight of Clovis’ revelations bore down on Lucas like a leaden cloak, dragging him deeper into the depths of despair.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?