Senja Yang Kehilangan Langitnya Novels & Stories

He and the child disappeared in a puff of salt. The sky of the Citadel became blood red. Not crimson. Slaughter red. Veins traversed the moon. Storm-less lightning split the heavens, and over the world, beasts natural and accursed trembled. Birds circled until they fell to the ground dead. Rivers ceased to flow. Wells soured. Fire would not burn. At the edge of Brunschière, Jessa heard it. The weeping. So many voices. Too many voices. Out of nowhere. Out of below.

No mom, I don't cheat. "I believed in Langit more than in you! From this moment on, you're no one in our family!" Toot! The call ende, the tears flooded back into Keira's delicate cheeks. Her life was meaningless, Langit who used to exist now had abandoned her. Sick, Keira was sick because the people he trusted did not believe in her, they believed in others. Keira sat crouched, sobbing. She looked at the frame with her picture and Langit in it, inside it Langit looked at her warmly and lovingly. But now, everything changed. Langit really changed, and her life changed. Keira, once full of spirit and ambitious, now lost her sense of life purpose. No more Keira who tried to clear her good name

His upper torso is muscled, and her has six arms instead of his usual two, wearing long baggy pants. "What did he do?" I ask, looking towards Loss. "He managed to combine himself with the other princes of sins." Loss replies. I say nothing as all of a sudden, the sky goes bright white with energy that I've never felt before. It's hot, sweltering really, and then just like that, it's gone. When I look again, Asherah, and God are gone. Lucifer has fallen on to the ground, separating to himself when he lands. Loss, and I get up, running towards them.

Her voice trembled as she added, “It’s silly to be happy for such a small thing, isn’t it?” They stared at each other, and Ler found himself in danger of wanting to have her again pressed to his chest, so he looked away, and lifted his head towards the sky. “It’s not silly at all. Names are one of the few things we keep with us when we leave our life in the human world behind, how is it not a treasure?” Ayla felt comforted by his words, and also directed her gaze towards the sky. “There are few stars here.” Because the sky was always covered by clouds, it was red during the day, and especially dark during the night. Even the crescent moon was slowly hiding from their sight.

The sky shattered. Not metaphorically. Actually shattered. A deafening crack ripped across the heavens above the floating city, splitting the air like glass under immense pressure. The fractures that had been spreading moments before suddenly burst open into a massive tear. Beyond it Nothing. No stars. No light. Only endless black. The witches staggered back in terror. “That… that’s not darkness,” one whispered. Seraphine felt it too. It wasn’t the absence of light. It was the absence of existence.

Morga whispered, dropping the scroll as she fell to her knees. Ash lunged for the balcony railing, his eyes scanning the horizon. Far to the north, beyond the Silverfang Valley, the black disc of the sun began to crack. But it wasn't white light that bled through the fissures. It was a thick, oily darkness that moved with a sickening, liquid grace. The sky didn't turn blue; it turned a bruised, bleeding red.

"It is easier to be a god in a cage than a husband in the ruins. But look at the sky, Mother. The 'Real' is coming for the 'Ideal.'" I looked up. The perfect blue was cracking. Faint, shimmering silver lines were beginning to vein the sky like shattered glass. The Global Spire hadn't lost us; it was just recalibrating. Jinyan’s paradise was a localized bubble, a glitch in the system that the world was already working to delete.

"Jeff? Is he your husband?" "No, he's a stranger." With those final words, Cecilia stood up and walked out without looking back. Zephyr City was known for its endless rainy days, and today was no different. Cecilia walked through the rain with her head held high, quickly vanishing into the crowd. Goodbye, Zephyr City. She had no ties to that place anymore...

The stars vanished. One by one. Across the entire universe. Not exploding. Not collapsing. Simply disappearing. As though an unseen hand was plucking them from existence. The City of Lost Possibilities fell silent. Everyone looked upward. The night sky had once been filled with countless lights. Now entire sections were empty. Dark. Wrong. The absence felt unnatural. Nova watched another star disappear. Then another. Then ten more. A chill crawled through her body. Because she could feel it. Whatever was happening wasn't destruction.

I coldly asked Serene, "Did you ever love me?" She was stunned. Instead of answering me, she replied with a question of her own. "If I didn't love you, why would I share the same bed with you for eight years? You're a grown man, Joseph. Stop being so fussy. "I've ordered artificial kidneys for you. The doctor said that if the operation goes well, you can live longer. Come with me." Disappointment shone in my eyes. "What if it fails? I'll die right away, right? Serene, spare me. I only want to regain my freedom before I die."