Sky Clans Novels & Stories

Draken lunged, closing the distance in a blur, his hand closing around his brother's throat. Then the fight became something else entirely — a duel, brutal and fast, the air itself seeming to flinch with every blow. Branches cracked. Something ancient in the ground seemed to hum awake beneath their feet, like the earth itself remembered old wars between vampires and wanted no part of a new one. I clamped a hand over my own mouth to keep from crying out, terrified that a single sound from me would be the thing that tipped the balance. "You lost everything. You gave the clan away — for a stupid girl."

Silas roared, his voice amplified by the "Twin Frequency." From the shadows of the keep, the original Shadow Claws emerged. But they weren't the "Recycled Echoes" or the "Starlight Vanguards" anymore. They were the "Legacy of the Scars." Their bone-armor was stained with the blood of a thousand failed endings, and their obsidian blades carried the "Scent of the Rejected." Nyx stood at their head, his visor shattered, his eyes two solid pools of unmapped violet. He looked at the Shadow-Heir—the ghost of Kaelen’s "Weakness"—and didn't flinch.

"There is one pack that hates the Council more than they love money. And they owe my bloodline a debt." He stood up. The wind whipped his dark hair. He stripped off his ruined shirt. His bare chest, crisscrossed with healing scars and the fresh burn from the wolfsbane, looked like a map of violence. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I am calling the Iron Claws," Kael said. "The Mercenaries?" I gasped. "Kael, they are savages. They are cannibals. They were banished to the Badlands ten years ago."

"Still, he seemed angry about something. More than usual, I mean." "Zephyr always looks angry lately. It comes with the territory of being Alpha, I suppose. All that responsibility and pressure." I patted my hands dry with a plush towel with deliberate slowness, letting them continue talking. Information always flowed more freely when people thought you were not actually listening. "My mate says there has been unusual rogue activity near the southern borders," the redhead continued, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Three scouts went missing last month. Just vanished without a trace."

The air crackled with anticipation as the battlefield became our shared hunting ground. Without warning, Zack lunged at me with a lightning-fast speed, his claws extended to rend and tear. Instinctively, I dodged his attack, my agility matching his own. We moved in a deadly dance, our bodies twisting and turning, each strike and parry filled with lethal intent. I swiped at Zack with my powerful claws, but he countered with a swift dodge, retaliating with a series of ferocious bites. The clash of our fangs and the sound of our growls echoed through the night, blending with the wind that whispered through the trees.

“We need to be strategic about this. The Skyclaw Clan is not going to be easy to take down. They've been threatening us, and it's only a matter of time before they attack. We need to strike first, but smartly.” Aria nodded, her eyes sharp and focused. “We can’t let them continue to encroach on our territory. If we don’t act now, they’ll only grow bolder.” Kevin chimed in, “What’s the strategy? Do we have enough warriors ready to fight?” Cade leaned forward, his fingers tracing the map. “We’ll divide our forces into three groups. The first group will create a diversion at the eastern border to draw their attention. The second group will flank them from the west, cutting off their retreat. The

Children of the Moon Clan are extremely rare. Children born from the Dawn, Sun, and the Sunset Clan are not. It was difficult for the Moon Clan’s females to get pregnant and that is why they aged slower then the other Clans. Fifty years in the Dawn, Sun, and Sunset clan was only twenty in the Moon Clan. But a night between the Moon Clan Princess and the Dawn Clan’s King Janus one night at a party made Princess Luna a target. Having no other choice, Princess Luna gave birth to their child and sent her through a portal into the Human Realm. When she dropped her little baby girl off at the human hospital in Montana, she named her Nyx Aurora.

To put it mildly. “The Claws run a bit of a…. an underground competition, shall we say, where we pitch two men — fine athletes — against each other for sport. Then, our guests are free to place wagers on the fighters.” “Spit shine a turd, it’s still shit,” Declan said with a grin, which Patrick immediately mirrored.

Drax, made from wild fungi and ethanol, was banned within the city limits but could be legally purchased and consumed in the Drock. Mother’s message was particularly relevant today, as my age now permitted me entry. Her second message was not to take unnecessary risks on the ice peaks I planned to climb, a message she knew I always ignored. The third was one I had received continually since my early childhood: “Skye, do not, under any circumstances, exercise your powers and bring attention to yourself.” I had asked why many times, only to receive the same answer. “Because I forbid it.” Or, as I grew older, “Because we have a special ability that can be dangerous and must be concealed.”

Daddy shared it with my other relatives and my siblings. Auntie was also very angry with our siblings because she thinks that we were robbing her of their wealth. She doesn't want to share. But she didn't have just one or two rivals, but our whole clan. We were all given but she's the one who wasn’t able to receive. That's why I kind of understand her grudge towards us.