Skye Rubble Novels & Stories

He pulls a tablet from his jacket pocket. "Hope is a cruel thing," Kyros says. "Let's kill it." He taps the screen. He holds it up for me to see. It’s a drone feed. High definition. Night vision. It’s hovering over the industrial district. I see the warehouse. Or what’s left of it. It is a crater. A smoking, blackened pit in the earth. The roof is gone. The walls are gone. There is nothing but twisted steel beams jutting out of the rubble like broken ribs.

"What is this? You're betraying us?" "Not really. It's nothing personal, we just have a common goal. You see in exchange of killing JD and soon Arthur- both the strongest dragons here, the wolves decided to help me finish off Lyanna. The wolves have no interest in a dragon slayer if a goblin like me can find a way to kill those dragons anyway." Skye chuckles as she sits casually ------- Skye Bloom I watched as the headmistress grits her teeth as she is helpless being surrounded by the wolves with no way out. The only exit was blocked by none other than herself. She used mercury to seal them shut tightly.

Skye took leadership three months after her mother stepped down. On her second day as Supreme Commander, the attack came. No warning. No declaration. Only violence. A wave of rogues—over three thousand strong—swept through the eastern territories like wildfire. They burned settlements, killed indiscriminately, and took captives. “Get me numbers,” Skye ordered. “Five packs destroyed in twelve hours,” a wounded scout gasped. “Two hundred dead. Three hundred captured. They’re moving west—fast.”

Even Soren, who’s been lingering in the corner of the room with Fallon in a sling across his chest, seems to notice the change in Blake. Skye, who’d been using Soren to reach the shiny glass globes and crystals Blake keeps arranged on his bookshelves, shuffles over to us carrying one of the globes between her hands. It’s a pure, almost flawless sphere of moonstone. She looks around the group before whispering, “Watch this,” and the sphere clouds from within, lighting with her powers. Blake continues looking at Kenna as Skye’s powers cast a violet glare between our bodies. My heart thuds against my ribcage.

It gleamed like an oil spill beneath the too-white torchlight, rippling with purples and greens and glistening like undisturbed water. “Quoth the raven,” I murmured, “’Nevermore’.” “You – you think that’s what it means?” Skye murmured, peeping at me with one eye. “I think we should get out of here,” I said. “You’re coming in the front. Let’s go.”

"You're still playing games, huh? Let's see what's really in there!" I felt a surge of panic. "Don't you dare touch it!" However, Elias was too quick. I could not get out of the way, and the urn was knocked to the ground with a violent force. The white ashes spread out across the floor. I dropped to my knees, hopelessly trying to gather the scattered remains. However, the ashes already blended with the dirt, making it impossible to separate. My hands scraped against the ground, bleeding, but I could not stop. I was terrified that if I paused for even a second, my son's ashes would be carried away by the breeze.

I muttered to Kael, wandering to the window, cracking it open to light up, the acrid bite grounding me as I exhaled a plume toward the skyline. Yara didn't waste time, planting herself in front of Kael's desk, chin lifted defiantly. “I’ll get straight to it,” she said, folding her arms. “I’ve heard interesting rumors.” Kael remained seated, unreadable. “Rumors tend to be unreliable.” “Not these,” She smiled. “Two Alphas of Moonfall, intending to marry a disgraced, divorced former Luna with no pack, no title, and nothing to offer beyond—” Her gaze flicked lazily toward me

she exclaimed, grabbing hold of my sleeve and trembling hard. "I never should have gone there with him! He's a total madman!" As it turned out, Jasper had gone to the meteorite site behind everyone else's back. He then began working diligently, day and night, researching the meteorite and even bringing fragments of it back with him to the base camp. Avery, who was in the closest proximity to him, was affected by the radiation as well. She had also been the one who first suggested to Jasper that they should bring back some of the meteorite samples with them for further research.

It was weathered, the edges curled, but a single mark made my chest tighten. A red circle drawn over a jagged valley. The place I had been found. I recognized it instantly, even if I didn’t know how. There, in smudged lettering: Dead Wolf’s Drop. And just next to it, etched in lighter ink, barely visible, was something stranger. A boundary. A shimmering arc sketched faintly, labeled simply: Forcefield Rupture, Apollo pack. I traced it with my thumb, a sharp memory flickering in my mind.

The broken glass cut his arms. “Tatiana–!” Molly stopped on the doorway as she saw the whole unit in chaos. Caleb’s blood that keeps of dropping. My hands holding a broken glass and bleeding. Jill and Molly looked at me worriedly, but I can see fear on their eyes. “What the hell did you do, Caleb?” Molly asked worriedly. Caleb can’t still process things, that I did that. That I’m a f*cking crazy bitch. “CALEB!” Jill shouted that get back to his senses.