Skye Rubble Novels & Stories

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.

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

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.

Elena sat on her favourite chair at Amigo Garden right beside the waterfall. She picked the tiny pebbles around her throwing them into the waterfall, watching them drown. It had always been something that managed to take her mind off things temporarily. It was like watching her troubles drown with the stone. Her backpack was still hugging her tightly as she was still in her uniform. The day’s events kept on replaying in her mind. “Elena," Luke called out walking over. He was still in the outfit from earlier- dark blue jeans and a grey t-shirt except that he now had a black hoodie on too.

He pulled on the new black denim before slipping on his shoes and going out of the house. ‘You’re such a stalker, Zane. I can see why our mate would like to reject us without listening to our side of the story,’ Zack taunted as Zane snarled at his statement. ‘Don’t you play with the rejection, little boy! Not now when you and I both know that Scarlet didn’t want the rejection. I can sense her sadness when Samantha said it last night. It was high time for us to remind them of what they might be missing if they reject us outright without getting to know us better,’ Zane stated as Zack connected his mind link with Caleb. He was asking for permission to go into town—discreetly, of course—to gain

He laughed hysterically as he found relief that he didn't need to think that much about it now. Luna was gawking at the creature who let loose of a loud guffaw in front of her. It sounded so terrifying. Even with the chilly air and raindrops touching her skin, beads of sweat still managed to form on her arms as panic started to rise in her chest again. "Stand up now Luna." ❇❇❇ Schnek was approaching the laughing Fragado while carrying his capsule. He saw a being on the ground. "A normal?"

She stared down at me kindly and I wondered if her statue was made of a stronger stone than the rest of the castle, or if it was protected by magic. "He's gone," Edge clarified. "So he isn't dead?" Her expression alternated between confusion and worry. Edge shook his head. "No more questions, Skye. Not now." He spoke with finality. Skye bowed her head. "Yes, Liege." Amber burst through the rubble and immediately began organizing clean-up crews. Within minutes, dozens of gargoyles began clearing away the rocks and debris. At that pace, they could have the room rebuilt within hours. They'd have the place cleaned up in no time.

​Thorne’s POV ​The Scrapyard at midnight was a landscape of jagged shadows and the mournful sound of wind whistling through hollowed-out metal. We traveled in a small convoy—myself, Winnie, Silas, and a dozen of the Vanguard’s best scavengers. We moved with the lights off, relying on the bioluminescent moss and the faint, blue glow of Silas’s shard-lantern to guide the way. ​“The Sky-Whale is in Sector 7,” I whispered into the comms. “Near the edge of the Toxic Sink. Keep the filters on. The air out there is literal poison.”

Becca’s POV ‘They won’t stop coming, ' Skye yelled while plunging fist into the throat of a creature that looked like a rabbit-toad hybrid. ‘We’ll take them, we can take them,” Cole rasped back with a wolfish snarl. “Bad idea wolf boy” Skye retorted,fizzing through the arena with the speed of a man bullet.”They won’t die. If we continue like this, we’ll be the ones to die here”

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.