Novel & Cerita Sky Blue Waiting For Misty Rain

Blue lay down on the ground, facing the sky, welcoming the heavy downpour. “Red!” he screamed. “Keep shouting, Blue. I’m sure he can hear you,” Katleya said. “Really? He’ll hear me?” Blue asked. “Yes. Who knows, maybe he’s right here beside us.”

“Lying isn’t going to save you, Chloe.” My blood runs cold. “How do you know my name?” “The mountains tell us things, it carries your mumblings to us.” He whispers, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate line over the curve of my hip. “And right now, they’re telling us that a storm is coming that will swallow you whole if you stay out here. Look up.” I follow his gaze. The sky isn’t just dark, it’s bruised. Thick, heavy clouds are swirling with unnatural speed, and through a small tear in the grey, I see it. The moon. It isn’t white. It’s stained with a deep, pulsating rust color.

After a few minutes, I got out with a robe wrapped around my body and my face staring at the huge mirror by the sink. “We are going to find our mate soon,” my wolf said in a sing-song voice. “Are you excited?” “Only if it is going to be Daemon,” I responded, pushing my damp hair out of the way and wrapping a towel around it. “And if he isn’t the one?” “I guess we are going to remain mate-less for a while.” My wolf didn’t like the thought of that. I knew. But the thing was that I didn’t care. “Oh!” Her voice came up again. “It’s midnight, Annie. Ha…”

They may not like me, but at least when they're near, other students can't kill me. Ahead of me, Rowan, Seyla, and Lyra, all link arms as they giggle in excitement. I slow my pace slightly to keep a distance. I don't want my sour mood to bring down theirs. I glance up at the night sky, and I gasp. I stop walking altogether as I take in the millions of stars lighting the sky. I almost forgot how beautiful the night sky is.

As she gradually neared the rooftop's door, she kept on cursing Maurice and the system, her tears still flowing down and sometimes clouding her vision. "Misty!!!" The moment she appeared on the doorway and arrived at the rooftop, she anxiously shouted her best friend's name. Her voice even cracked, showing just how upset and afraid she was. Unfortunately, when she set foot at the place. In the moderately lit rooftop, the only thing she saw was the back of a tall but lean teenager in a black long-sleeved shirt and blue denim pants. At this sight, Agatha shook her head and tried to look around, disbelief written all over her tear-stained face. Unfortunately, from her position, no matter where

Misty replied, her voice shaky but determined. “I need you to run away from here. If you’re not here, Sybil can’t complete her spell. She needs your body,” Hazel explained, trying to convey the urgency in fragments. “But…” Misty hesitated, overwhelmed by fear and confusion. Hazel gently cupped Misty’s face and locked eyes with her, silently conveying her resolve and determination to protect her..

The sun, a glowing orb in the sky, slowly dipped beneath the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the landscape. Expectant faces turned skyward, waiting for the Gulfstream aircraft carrying Mahesh, Sony, Rubi, Rashmi, and his film crew. The fading daylight stressed the group's eagerness, their expressions a mix of exhilaration and curiosity. Whispers of enthusiasm circulated among Ana, Linda, Isabella, and Julia, their eyes trained on the skies, tracing the path that would bring the awaited aircraft to their midst. Expectations filled the air with exhilaration and curiosity, as everyone knew this was the beginning of a new chapter in their journey. Ana, Linda, Isabella, and Julia exchang

But as the mist swirls and thickens, it expands—spreading outward, enveloping the room in a haze. Some packmembers shift uneasily, instinctively bristling, but no one moves. The mist feels… alive. It is translucent, tinged with hints of deep blue and violet, like a twilight sky just before the stars appear. It dances in the air, swirling around the warriors and elders, as if inviting them into the vision. The room goes silent except for the soft sound of the mist shifting in the air. I feel the pull of the magic, and the images begin to form.

It only takes a second for the pain to ebb away, replaced by that cold sensation that feels incredibly refreshing, but still I shiver, my teeth chattering as my vision abruptly clears, and the room finally rushes into view. The mural on my ceiling, the stars and the moon cycle, distract me from the women bickering nearby and the shuffling of feet. I slowly turn my head, watching as Misty ties her long, golden hair away from her face and plants her hands on her hips, speaking to my mom in low tones. “She’s fine, really. She’s just exhausted. Maeve’s powers are…” Misty licks her lips, shaking her head. “I’m going to stick around for a few days, all right? Just in case.”

Laggas, Sybb, and Skye watched the mud figures on the ground that followed them. “What about Blue, Kulv, and Mahi?” Sybb asked. “We can find them.” Skye answered as they looked outside the window. “Found them.” Laggas spoke after he called a lightning from the sky, which illuminated their surroundings. “Where?” Skye asked. Laggas pointed, and Skye and Sybb looked to where he is pointing at, only to see Blue, Kulv, and Mahi were up the tree, drenched by the rain, and are similarly watching the mud figures on the ground that are waiting for them all to descend to attack them, smother them in mud until they all die. Some mud figures even tried to climb the tree where Kulv, Blue, and Mahi were,