Skye Rubble Novels & Stories

Neo’s POV Sitting at my desk, my mind is consumed by the image of Skyler, completely engulfed in those Scarabs she fondly referred to. It's astonishing how she fearlessly caressed them, treating them as harmless creatures, before they obediently scurried away from her and disappeared into the earth. It's as if they hold no threat, no potential for danger or death. This scene continues to play in my mind, leaving me both fascinated and perplexed by Skyler's unwavering trust in these seemingly treacherous insects.

She turned back to the lights, trying to focus. An hour later, they were both done with the work. Skye’s nerves were still frayed. She volunteered to take out the cardboard unwanted boxes from the decorations to trash them, needing a moment alone. She stepped outside, the recycling bin at the edge of the compound glinting under the streetlights as she pulled the boxes across the frost-dusted grass. Her breath puffed out in white clouds, and she shivered, wishing she’d grabbed a heavier coat to wear before stepping outside.

Despite having a lot of things that were preventing me from functioning well, I don’t know how I was able to come to the company without any scratches. There are a lot of things in my mind lately. Even though I wanted to talk to my only friend about the situation I’m into, I couldn’t tell her at all. Cassandra had once suffered from a miscarriage and I was there when it happened. It was a pity but more importantly a lot more painful for my friend as she had expected her baby to live. After that incident, I had vowed myself to always buying her whatever she wanted; probably also because of the trauma I sustained from that time.

“But Scar better hurry, or we’re leaving without him.” Meanwhile, back in the parking lot, Ryk stood by the van, his eyes looking around for any more clues, his hands were muddy from the swamp dirt. He slowly began to stand up, while whispering to himself. “Swamp mud,” he said, his eyes moving to Scar who was walking back into the bar. He tasted the mud again, now he was sure it was from the swamp forest, he slowly took out his phone, and began dialing numbers, One of the phones stopped ringing, he picked up the phone,

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.”

"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.