Shrouding The Heavens Novels & Stories

The Bloodmoon blazed in the sky, casting an eerie crimson glow over the earth. It was as if the heavens themselves had been torn open, spilling their dark secrets onto the world below. The air crackled with energy too much, too strong. Seraphina could feel it in her bones, the heavy pressure building against the seams of reality, threatening to break through. The prophecy had foretold it, and now, there was no turning back.

“Like all who refused to kneel.” A silence fell, heavy and haunted. Then the sky screamed. The clouds twisted violently into spirals, revealing a split—like a wound torn into the heavens. Through it spilled dark figures, vast and winged, cloaked in shifting geometry and light that hurt the eyes. Not gods. Not demons. Something older. The Architects. Kael’s hand went to Elara’s arm. “You sure about this?” Elara didn’t look at him. Her eyes were fixed on the falling stars of destruction above.

The world was silent, as if isolated from the mortal realm. Carl stopped walking and slowly raised his eyes, his pitch-black pupils suddenly sharpening as he gazed at the gray sky. To ordinary eyes, the sky still looked as it should in the morning—mist swirling, the first light of dawn faintly shining. But in his vision, an invisible Rule Halo was slowly gathering above the firmament. That halo was neither gold nor white, without substance or form, yet it contained a vast and overwhelming pressure that could suppress all ages and rule all things. It held no emotion, no warmth, cold as eternal ice, pressing down heavily upon him from above.

The Realm was shrouded in an eerie hush—an unnatural stillness that slithered into the bones of every Fate. The skies, once radiant with the dance of light and color, had turned a bruised gray. The orbs—three ancient suns—lingered low, their light dimmed by something more than cloud. It was fear. Fear thick in the air, as if the world itself held its breath.

But what Landon saw was different. Something was slowly gathering across the heavens. It was an invisible halo of pure law that was neither gold nor white, without substance or form. And yet, it carried a pressure vast enough to suppress all of eternity and command everything in existence. It held no emotion or warmth. It was as cold as ice, and it pressed down on him from above with crushing, absolute weight. The will of heaven itself had descended. It had no form and no sound, and yet it could make all things bow. Not only could it shake heaven and earth to their foundations, but it could also force every living creature into instinctive submission from the depths of their soul.

Trial One: The Skyborn Gauntlet A ring of molten light unfurled into the heavens, spiraling upward until it became a vast labyrinth of gleaming platforms suspended in the open sky. Each translucent step shimmered with elemental energy, winds that howled like living spirits, arcs of lightning that danced across the surface like serpents of pure light.

I pressed my palms to my face, my body rigid with tension. Outside, the world was plunged into an unnatural darkness. The sky bore witness to a celestial struggle between the sun and encroaching shadows, with the darkness emerging victorious. Only a faint, ethereal glow along the edges of the obscuring orb hinted that it was, in fact, daytime. The sky was a dismal spectacle, a devastating portent, a vast canvas of burnt orange and somber black. It felt as though the universe itself was issuing a dire warning, urging us to adhere to the prophecy that had been bestowed upon us. The words echoed relentlessly in my mind:

into the violet energy, their kinetic force being recycled to power the "Siphon." "Hold it, Silas!" I screamed. "I... am... the... King!" Silas roared, his human muscles bulging, his eyes burning with a light that was neither brown nor violet, but a blinding, pure white. The red planet in the sky grew larger. Larger. It was no longer a distant orb; it was a landscape. I could see the forests, the oceans, the cities that Vivian had built for the elite. And they were falling. Not into the Earth, but **into the Shroud**.

In an instant, dust filled the air. Then, the spiritual aura from heaven was invisibly pulled by a strong attraction. It gathered crazily from all directions to the Imperial Sky Palace. Then, a huge transparent protective layer appeared in front of everyone. That protective cover was surrounded by purple and blue light, and countless complicated runes flickered and dazzled on its surface. As the light of the protective shield became stronger, dark clouds quickly gathered above the Imperial Sky Palace. Between the clouds, purple lightning tore the sky apart. Was that the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder Formation?

“Is this why you’re asking me about The Sky Guardian and The Lightning Shadow?” Ethan nodded slowly and then turned to my father. “What do you want me to do? What do you want us to do?” My father looked at me and then at my sister. “I’m sorry, Izobel, Amber, but it looked like I failed in protecting you,” He heaved a deep sigh, facing Ethan. “Your council won’t be happy about this, Ethan, but only you and Nolan have the shield to protect us and remain invisible again.” His forehead creased like he was thinking of the right words to say. “I am only asking for three months, Ethan.”