Skylight Novels & Stories

he nods smiling and whispers “This is going to be luxurious…” We reach the stairs that lead to the lower floors of the mansion, the place where I live is a huge mansion with about 3 visible floors, made of tempered glass, it is really luxurious, elegant and minimalist to a certain extent, I am a simple guy but with good taste, it has everything a mansion should have, swimming pool, garage, kitchen, gym, recreation areas, it is a mansion and as ironic as it seems I like the light, at least here, even though I live in a world of darkness.

“Malachi Sinclair.” “How did you get in here?” Malachi asked, and frowned because he still couldn’t smell his scent. “I was struck by lightning when I was 17,” he said, with a smile, as he caught Malachi staring. “Lichtenburg figures usually disappear after a few days,” Malachi said. “I guess I’m special like that,” he said, and sat down. There was something very odd about him. Even though he smelled human, Malachi knew he wasn’t. “You have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I don’t know yours,” Malachi said. The man’s mind was completely blank, and he had only encountered that once before in his life.

"Go ahead and remove your firewall if you want, Solen. Now that I'm here, this company doesn't need you anymore." Julian's expression immediately lightened when he saw her. All hesitation vanished from his face. "That's right, Skye. Just leave already. I don't need your work." I understood perfectly. Nodding once, I opened my laptop and began typing. Within moments, lines of code streamed down the screen as I dismantled the security layers I'd built from scratch. The woman watched over my shoulder, smirking. "This architecture's ancient. I honestly don't know what you're so proud of. I could break that with just a few lines of code."

He shut his eyes. The lantern flame flickered, throwing long shadows across the walls. The shack remained silent except for the soft crackle of the fire and the distant howl of wind outside. Skye stood motionless near the door, chest tight, eyes closed, carrying the weight of Scarlett’s name like a wound that would never heal. The weight of what he had lost—of what he had helped destroy—settled over the room like frost.

The scary, green spiritron particles suddenly gathered, shaping into the silhouette of an adorable infant. It was the manifestation of the spiritron vein, its phantomlike presence joyfully playing around Frank. "The spiritron vein has its own mind and consciousness? Then why is it staying with him?! What—" "So, are you prepared to die, Torrent?" "No, wait! Just wait…!" Bang! - Skyler, who was waiting beneath the waterfall, stared at the eclipse. Soon, the light returned around her as the eclipse passed, and her heart sank. "Mr. Lawrence has yet to come out? But the eclipse has passed. Does that mean…"

The light in the window of the tall building far away stayed on until all the lights in the entire city went out, it remained on. That light was just one of the hundreds of lights in a top-notch luxury home. Located on the central line of Skyville city, it's a landmark in Skyville, reaching seventy-seven floors. The top floor has three residential units, all bought by a single person, and the owner is the cold and aloof Frost.

The doors open. Not with a scream like the cell. Not with resistance. Just a heavy, final shift of iron that echoes deeper than anything else I've heard in five years. Then blinding light. I stop. It hits all at once. Too bright. Too open. Too much. I raise a hand, squinting against it, but I don't look away. Not after five years of being prisoner in Skyless Keep. No windows, no sunshine. I refuse to allow myself to look away.

Swirling clouds of pale violet mist rolled across the barren landscape, obscuring the horizon in a veil of perpetual shadow. My breath came out in heavy, freezing clouds. The nether decay in the air immediately began clawing at my skin, trying to drain the warmth from my veins, but the Abyssal Anchor against my chest pulsed, casting a protective, three foot sphere of warm sea-blue and golden light around my body. The aquamarine quartz crystal burned with absolute clarity, its internal beam of light pointing directly north across the jagged glass plains, toward a massive, towering silhouette of jagged obsidian spires rising into the dark sky.

'System, upgrade me now!' The instant that low command echoed through the depths of Jake's mind, the Level 6 vehicle blueprint sank into the black motorhome along with the materials. The next second, an unprecedented column of golden light burst outward with the motorhome at its center. The light was so intense it tore straight through the perpetual haze and gunsmoke hanging over Crucible City, like a blade thrust into the heavens. "Ugh! My eyes!" The lone players squinted, some throwing up a hand to shield their faces from the blinding glare.

♠️ ETHAN♠️ The warehouse district was a ghost town at night, rusted metal and broken windows, the perfect place for secrets. We moved in silence: Caspian’s team in black tactical gear, Dre and I flanking them. Thermal drones had pinpointed heat signatures inside the old cannery building. We breached hard, flashbangs popping, doors kicked in. Shouts echoed as Caspian’s men flooded the space. Brandon had Georgia pinned against a wall, knife to her throat, eyes manic. Jamila and Francesca stood nearby, guns drawn, duffels at their feet, ready to bolt.