Skyward 4 Novels & Stories

what if this is not a new beginning but a disaster? Sighing I get down from the car and unloaded my bags. I am standing in front of my apartment. I have seen the ad online that it's a three-bedroom apartment with one common bathroom a living room and an open kitchen and a back patio with an underground parking lot. there is only one vacant needed and I immediately jumped into action without any delay paying the advance and confirming my room. The other two girls also go to the same university as me. I don't know anything about them, I just know that they go to the same university.

Haha, guess you'll be waiting there all by yourself forever. Cecilia knew she could not wait that long. She had made her decision. Her flight was at 2:00 pm, and she needed to leave for the airport soon, or she would miss it. With that thought, Cecilia opened her notebook to the last empty page and wrote down her final words: [I forgive Jeff for the 99th time. This time, it's for not loving me anymore.] After a brief pause, she added one more line to her notebook: [I've given him all the chances I could. I won't forgive Jeff again.]

“Tell me, have you attended Professor Draven’s combat class yet?” I groan. “Unfortunately.” Professor Starling laughs. I smile despite myself. For a while, we simply walk. The academy slowly waking around us. Students gathering and bondeds stretching. The smell of breakfast drifting through the air. Gods, the place almost feels normal. Then a massive shadow passes overhead. I look up. A gryphon. Its rider laughing as they dive through the clouds. Further away, an Ironclad dragon releases a thunderous roar that shakes the ground beneath my feet. Students barely react.

] [Exactly, and then you'll be stuck by his side, endlessly at his mercy. [What are you still holding onto? Owen loves you so much. Go slap Robin and cling to Owen.] Under the mocking and judgmental gazes, I walked toward Owen, step by step. His eyes never left me. When I reached him, he lowered his gaze and curled his lips. I smirked, each word deliberate. "The engagement annulment agreement is already on its way. It won't be long before it's in your hands. As for the cooperation with the Vega Group, you can decide that on your own. I'm done here."

“Intel says the Night Stalkers have grown to 30 members after your initial firefight with Slither. You can’t do everything alone.” Jake clenched the back of the chair and grinned. “Who the fuck said I’d be alone? You guys aren’t my only friends. So …” Jake looked Bandit in the eye. “The basement?” “Fuck, Wrath, why wouldn’t I let you use the basement? You’ve always had access to everything here, stop acting like a little bitch and let us help you.” Jake’s phone pinged and he pulled it from his pocket. He sent his location and straightened his shoulders. “Tell Shadow to let the black SUVs through.”

Chapter 39 Atlantis's New Fighter Pilots We stood in awe, gazing at the sky as the four shuttlecrafts soared overhead, their sleek forms glinting in the sunlight. With incredible speed and agility, they performed a series of intricate maneuvers, their movements eerily silent and leaving no trails behind. The only indication of their presence was the faint shimmer of their hulls, a testament to their advanced stealth technology.

Tower: "Good morning, Raven NightWing. Clear for takeoff, runway 28L. Climb and maintain FL340. Contact Flight Control on 125.5 for further clearance. Squawk 4321." Pilot Kieran: "Roger that, Metro City International Tower. Raven NightWing cleared for takeoff, runway 28L. Climbing to FL340. Contacting Flight Control on 125.5. Squawking 4321. Thanks, Tower." Tower: "You're welcome, Raven NightWing. Safe flight to Italy, Kie. Bon voyage!" As the plane hurtled down the runway, I felt my heart race with exhilaration. My gaze fixed on his confident hands as he guided the plane into the sky.

I don’t know what’s the point with this when it was easier to point a gun than to use a bow and arrow. He asked us to find a partner. For the first time in my life here in the town of Dusk and Dawn, it wasn’t Gelo. I asked Stacy. I thought she was more reachable and fluid than Skip. I don’t want to get involved with Gelo right now. Not because he confessed to me, though it’s one of the micro factors, but because I wanted to ask Stacy for information about the alpha. The trees were at peace when we got out. Stacy pasted the printed paper with a mocked target on a huge tree, thrice my height.

However, they gathered around before dispersing without touching my body. The sky burial practitioners were surprised by this. "The vultures aren't eating the corpse!" They exchanged looks. "Only those who have committed evil deeds are forsaken by the vultures during a sky burial." I looked at the vultures who hovered, unwilling to leave yet also not eating my corpse. A bitter smile painted my lips. It seemed Gideon had been right all along. I was an evil person who didn't even deserve to have a sky burial. The sky burial practitioners looked at my body, feeling distressed. Gideon said helplessly, "Let's collect the corpse and contact her family to pick her up. Since she's an Emperian, she c

His voice was loud enough to cut through the sonic boom. I looked up. From the hangar bays of the flagship, a swarm of black shapes dived toward us. They weren't drones. They were "Sky-Eaters"—bio-engineered wyverns with jet turbines grafted into their wings. The Council's answer to air superiority. One of them, a beast with a wingspan of forty feet and a jaw full of spinning saw-blades, locked onto us. It shrieked—a digital-organic scream that made my blood run cold.