Skye X Novels & Stories

I can feel it, the pull towards her, growing stronger every day. Jayleen Silver. The thorn in my side. He thinks he's so noble, so righteous. He thinks he can protect Skye from me. But he doesn't know what she's capable of, what she's destined for. He can't understand. He's just a Lycan, bound by the phases of the moon. Skye is a witch, a beacon of pure, uncontrolled magic. My Skye, my beautiful, powerful girl. Anna may have kept her from me, but I will have my daughter back. And together, we will be unstoppable.

she shouted. Drake darkened his gaze at her. “Are you questioning me, Stray?!” he growled. “I am not questioning you, Alpha! But you are being inconsiderate!” she fired back. “I don’t understand you. . .” she trailed off. “I couldn’t believe your impeccable action. . .”

Skyla was in a state of confusion. She wanted to feel Lucas' lips over hers. She was craving for a heart-melting kiss. Her temptations surged when Lucas brought his lips close but that was when her guilt surged too. "You can't take advantage of him, Skyla. For him, you are a she-lycan named Sasha. He loves a she-lycan and not an omega like you. Just leave from here!" Skyla's mind screeched at her.

"No, they're not kissing. Maybe the distance is playing tricks on you." "I am telling you, there was no mistaking it. They kissed," Skye exclaimed, her voice trembling with shock and disbelief. As she struggled to hold back her tears, she slowly lowered herself into the nearest chair, her hands covering her face in an attempt to hide her pain. The room fell silent as the weight of her words hung heavy in the air, leaving Maysie stunned and speechless. *******

Drax, made from wild fungi and ethanol, was banned within the city limits but could be legally purchased and consumed in the Drock. Mother’s message was particularly relevant today, as my age now permitted me entry. Her second message was not to take unnecessary risks on the ice peaks I planned to climb, a message she knew I always ignored. The third was one I had received continually since my early childhood: “Skye, do not, under any circumstances, exercise your powers and bring attention to yourself.” I had asked why many times, only to receive the same answer. “Because I forbid it.” Or, as I grew older, “Because we have a special ability that can be dangerous and must be concealed.”

"Damn it!" Xar clenched his knuckles, his eyes flashing with rage. "Find out which villain threw Caleb in Gehenna. Our clan will not rest until we consign them to oblivion!" "Yeah!" Everyone agreed, murderous intent flaring throughout the hall. "Alright! Now that our junior chief has returned, I'm sure he needs his rest," a beautiful woman said mildly just then. Her name was Skye and she was the third elder of the Crawford clan. Her beauty was otherworldly, her hair cascading like a waterfall while her eyes gleamed with a bright sheen.

Her long, yellow dress swished around the forest floor, kicking up leaves as she marched over to me with purpose in her strides. “I am Skye. May I?” she asked, gesturing to my hands. Did she want to hold them? It was a little weird. I felt Josh tense next to me. His arm moved from the small of my back around to my middle, and he pulled me flush to his side. “Relax,” she said to him, fixing him with a strange sort of glare, before looking back at me. “No harm will come to you from me, I promise.” I couldn’t stop thinking about the odd way she’d looked at Josh, but she radiated kindness and a feeling of lightness, and I trusted her. I lifted my hands and she took them in her own, closing her e

Skylar Ryder killed the engine but didn’t move. “I’m not going in. You know they don’t like me. Never have. And now? With all this? They’ll see me and think I turned you into some monster. I’m dropping you off, Sky. You go talk. I’ll wait in the truck.”

"Do you think Leo will come?" Aria asked Samantha over the phone. "Of course his secretary told me that he would arrive in a any minute." "That's good then. By the way, how am I looking?" Aria asked while showing her herself into the video call. she was wearing a neckline cutout white blouse tucked in a taupe high waist pants. And her hairs tied in a neat bun. She did a nude make up. "Absolutely stunning." "Ok now I am hanging up because I think Leo arrived." She told with a smile.

Tarnished and wooden is this house, Old and rickety, the yard, sodden with black mud that sticks and itches like lice, dark and smelly, yet the sky is blue, pale blue, it is ours, ours, ours. Strife hath no shade and shame no tinge. Anger is crismon, and green is fun, but the sky is blue, pale blue, and it is ours, ours, ours, We make certain that the constellations are ours. Ours. Ours—Amanda.