Sky King's Last Words Novels & Stories

The sun was beginning to creep out from below the horizon. “Like it or not, this is how we die. So spend your last moments solemnly.” He said and I gulped. I took three steps to the side and looked down again and then I took two steps back. “But—” “There’s nothing you can do.” He butted in in resolve and folded his hand, but I didn’t let it rest. “But you’re the King. You can’t die like this. We have to do something!” I voiced in my terror and he smiled gently in reaction.

The golden ink Rowan had bled was forming a single, final sentence at my feet. ***"Kaima knew that the only real ending was the one you didn't see coming."*** I didn't put the key in the console. I walked to the massive glass window overlooking the dying city. I raised the golden key. "I choose the 'Nothing,'" I said. I threw the key. It didn't fall to the street. It hit the "Air" and shattered. And then, the **Sky** began to crack.

"Marcus is here to finish what he started on the tanker. He’s going to kill us all and claim Silas died of natural causes." ​Silas Vane Sr. let out one final, haunting laugh before his head slumped to his chest, the monitors flatlining into a single, high-pitched scream. ​"The King is dead," Julian whispered, his silver eyes flashing with a terrifying light as he looked at the closing doors. "Now, Lyra, we find out if we can survive the funeral."

Azeph took a deep breath and tried to remain calm as he watched the count’s men haul the man’s body toward the car to send it for more investigations. He could still remember the man’s look when they cornered him. The mad smile on his lips, and his last words as he directed the barrel of his gun toward his head and fired without hesitation. “Long live the king…” He and Louis had remained standing there in long silence before Alan came running toward them to find them standing there.

They both dig in that chicken soup and dig each other after, under the cold and rainy weather. ~~~ "I should have listened to him more. Stayed with him more. Doctor, why's heaven so unfair?" Sky choked in sobs. "I want to die but Kai wants me to live. What should I do doctor?" "But..." he continued, "how can you help me? When you look so much like him?"

“Just once... listen to me and obey. Run.” He looked up at her, the light in his eyes flickering like a flame in the wind. “I am sorry. I couldn’t protect you... I’m sorry I couldn't tell you this before.” He struggled for one last breath, his gaze locking onto hers with a final, searing clarity. “I love you... I have always loved you, and I will love you until my very last breath.” With those final words, his body went cold. His breathing hitched one last time, then fell silent. His voice, once a thunderous command that ruled the kingdom, was muted forever.

I close my eyes as my heart fulls with pride and happiness Thank you Kendra Are the last words I say to my saviour. The end

The opening sealed shut behind them both. Silence swallowed the facility whole. Then every screen flared to life one last time, displaying a single final message: DAY SEVEN HAS BEGUN. THE ORIGINAL IS COMING. AND IT KNOWS HER NAME.

Alpha Skylar was still standing at the foot of the bed. “Well isn’t that obvious?” he sneered. “I’ve come to kill the King.” Right. Of course he had. He’d come to kill the King. First he’d poisoned him and now he’d come to finish him off. “Sounds like you have it all figured out,” I said, my voice low and mocking. “Yes. Yes I do,” he quipped. “Just one little thing though,” I said, gritting my teeth. “Oh really,” he sighed. “And what’s that, dear?”

Close enough to see the stormclouds in his armor flicker with something that might be fear. Celeste (barely a whisper): “You want your sky back? Earn it.” I raise Hellebore Mist. The blade drinks the throne room’s lightning and glows white-hot. For one heartbeat, the King and I are the only two things in existence. Then he does the last thing I expect. He lowers his hand. The crown of black ice on his head cracks down the middle. Sky King (voice suddenly ancient and tired): “You are not what we feared.” He steps aside.