Skyborn Books Novels & Stories

I also found out the sex of the child, it was supposed to be a boy, so I could easily buy some clothes with a boyish theme. After December 15th, I was preparing for the birth that I was going to have at home alone. I was afraid to go to the hospital, because I did not know how my child would behave right after birth, after all, it was a hybrid of a vampire and a sorceress, so I did not know what to expect, and did not want to reveal my origin to unauthorized persons. I prepared everything needed, including what the book on the birth of sorceresses recommended. I was glad to know there were spells that could help me in childbirth.

Comforting. I quickly found the passage I was looking for, and was met with a refreshing hit of fresh air. It was the end of summer, and the last of the season’s flowers left their perfume in the air. It was a new moon, and so the main light came from the millions of stars suspended in the sky above me. For a moment I looked up and marvelled at their beauty, becoming lost in a never-ending map of glittering gems. When I was at the inn, the only time I ever felt content was looking at the night sky. Anyone could look at the night sky, no matter what their rank, birth or wealth. In that way, everyone was united.

" okay, great. So, I'll be needing your Facebook or Instagram handle. " " oh, it's Freya Forsythe. Facebook. " "okay. I'd get a way to contact you from there." "I'm leaving." Lyle said. He could no longer take any of these, and he also couldn't walk up to her, and forcefully take her away from the strange guy she was talking to. " what's up with you?" Byron asked. He saw how uneasy Lyle was feeling. "nothing, I just wanna leave, before I do something I might regret."

Kathrena wondered aloud, her fingers stroking the worn edge of the book. “It’s a Book of Shadows,” I said, gently moving my hand past Kath’s and opening it to the first page. Like the newspapers, it smelt old, but it had a herby scent rather than one of cigarettes and coffee. “A what?” Skye asked, cocking his head to one side as he examined it. “Of course,” Kathrena breathed. “Witches.” “You know about them?” I frowned.

And he remembered the woman who had helped him flee—the one who whispered in Old Shadowborne as the alarms blared: “I have a little girl here. Just a little younger than you. One day… I’ll do the same for her.” His heart thundered as he opened the drawer. File after file. Most redacted. Most stamped “Deceased.” But one wasn’t. Subject 21-B Status: Escaped | Presumed Dead Lineage: Dragon-enhanced | Shadowborne fusion | Mother: High-tier shadow sorceress (missing) Power Level: Suppressed due to magical trauma | Potential: Extreme | Instability: High Notable Traits: Heterochromia (blue/green), irregular freckles, reactive shadow aura.

"I can't go to a shelter. He’d check the registries before sunrise." "Then where?" "Away. Just... away." Sari stepped into the deluge. Within seconds, her shoes were submerged in the rising street water. She didn't look back. She ran until her lungs burned, steering clear of the main roads where Budi’s black security SUVs often patrolled. Every time a pair of headlights swept across the rain-slicked asphalt, Sari dove behind a concrete wall or a stinking dumpster. "Don't cry, Lina. Please, don't cry," she pleaded, feeling the baby stir against her chest.

“But we can only solve problems one at a time, and right now it is finding out who—” The words hung on his tongue when the underbrush shifted, leaves dragging softly before a sharp crack cut through the quiet. “Who's there?” Orion asked sharply, but there was no response. Instead, the sound came again from another direction. “I got a scent,” Tristan whispered as he pulled me to his side. “Don't try to be a hero.” “I'm going to ask one more time—who's there?!” Orion spoke louder this time. Her fierce gothic look was almost as terrifying as Tristan.