Skyward Novels & Stories

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.

Skylar, who had softened for love, was already dead in that cold sea. "Install it." I stared into Luke's crazed eyes. "Night Owl was always meant to be a monster."

] I was still trying to figure out the meaning of the last comment when suddenly, the microphone crackled. Everyone looked over, and there on the stage stood the senior secretary from the Lockhart Group. Holding a microphone and a card, he announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending this banquet. Taking this chance, I'd like to make an important announcement. Per a decision made by Mr. Owen Lockhart and the board of directors, 2% of the Lockhart Group's shares will be unconditionally gifted to Miss Robin Peck." The room erupted in shock. I looked up, disbelief flooding through me.

But maybe we can sneak out for a bit. "What are you waiting for? Hop on!" I invited Namir and Caius to get on the eagles back. It lowered itself and spread its wings on the ground so I could crawl up to its back. I really don't have any idea how to maneuver this. I already have the bow and I guess a hundred arrows on my bag. I hope this is already enough. I'll just recycle some in case of shortage. "I bet I can just tell her when to go right or left, correct?" I sneered clumsily at Namir. I hope I won't lead everyone in the wrong direction.

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.

[June 28, 1212; Great Fall Era – Present | Sorrow Field - Eben, Meccichuzan (22:14)] One rainy night, there were two men who crawl on an open grass field. The thunders are roaring, skies are dark filled with gray clouds, and it seems like the world is in the middle of catastrophe. “Alright now, stay low and make the quietest noise that you can make in your movements.” The man who leads the way whispered.

She really felt embarrassed since she met him this morning at the airport. For sure her colleagues and Bosses will ask her later about Mr. Gracer. He seemed to be acting as her boyfriend during this journey and she is quite uncomfortable with it. A pre-flight announcement started on air... "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard Flight 101 with service from Manila to Cebu. We are currently third in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately 45 minutes. We ask that you fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments.

He then sat in the guest lounge and asked for Saoirse Rand, their vice-chairman. Skyward Group was a listed company that was involved in producing films. However, they were mostly involved in investing in films instead. Recently, they were the ones who had invested in a few films that ended up becoming very popular. On top of that, the company had been rather accurate in their investments, raking them some tidy profits from their box offices screenings. No matter which film Skyward Group invested in, that movie’s screening and ratings would always be decent. In fact, there was even a saying within their industry—so long as it’s

Krav The night was clean and cold. Air cut my lungs in long, even pulls as I crossed it, dragon wings holding steady. Panther City glowed ahead, wards running their blue line around the Tower and the flats. I should’ve felt the lock of home base. I didn’t. The whole sky felt off by a hair, like a string pulled tight somewhere I couldn’t see. Movement below. Wrong speed. Wrong line. I banked left, dropped. The wind hissed over my scales as I cut down through cloud. There under me a Honshu shape, wings lopsided, beating hard and failing. Not a clean glide. A stumble in the air.

Cain Cadell I knew moving to Midwick was a good start. The town held a strong connection to almost all kinds of supernatural, it only made sense that I make it the place I rule from. I know I still have plenty of fights, maybe even wars, before I become a Lycan. "Perhaps tonight you'll finally find your mate." Daniel Braxton, my Beta and best friend, said as he came to stand next to me on the balcony. "You haven't lost hope yet?" I shook my head, "I will be thirty in a few months, Daniel. No wolf goes that long without their mate if they were ever meant to have one."