Soaring To New Heights Novels & Stories

However, remembering that their togetherness could end, he swallowed bitterly. “Sky, looks like you are still too small to conquer this tree. You're already great to reach this point," he whispered. His voice could be hoarse if he used normal volume. "No, Uncle Ed," Sky had returned to koala mode. “I'm not even higher than you.” “Yeah, but it's already twice your height. You achieved very well considering it was your first time climbing.” Sky's eyes suddenly lit up. "Really? Well then, I will add a note to my journal if I have successfully climbed twice my height. Next time, I must be able to climb higher.”

After that, the plane sprinted at the end of the runway with all of its strength before rising into the air. The greatest and most impressive feature of the Concorde was that it could fly fast and high, and it could reach an astonishing cruising altitude of eighteen thousand meters. After the plane had climbed up to a predetermined altitude in one single breath, it began to enter its supersonic cruise. Charlie had been lying comfortably against his first-class seat with his eyes closed as he rested. Isaac, who was beside him, seemed a little excited, and he was holding a cell phone in one hand as he used the expensive satellite network to communicate with others while holding a pen in the ot

Two astral hands made from my very soul dart forward to grasp the energy of the wind and rain, and once I can taste the metallic singe of lightning on the back of my tongue, my core energy absorbs it, amplifying the electric undercurrents in the clouds. Yanking my arms back as if pulling on reins, the power filling me to bursting, the cabin begins to rise. Electricity sizzles around us, shorting the controls, the lights in the cabin sizzling into darkness. But it doesn’t matter, because the force of my newly freed power is holding us aloft, slowing us down and whisking us higher. We aren’t falling anymore, we are gliding. And we keep on gliding until we land gently, feather-light, atop the p

Skyscrapers looked like chess pieces scattered across a green board. “I can’t believe this,” I whispered, my eyes wide. “We’re so high up.” “I know,” Adrian smiled. “Breathtaking, isn’t it?” “Wow!” I shouted, the joy spilling out of me. It had been so long since I felt this happy, this free. The feeling showed all over me, or at least, that’s what I believed. I couldn’t stop shouting. “Wow!” “This is awesome!” My hair whipped around my face like wild flames caught in a storm. The wind screamed in my ears, and still, my laughter rose above it.

Then— A new sound. Different. Louder. From above. Cracking. Splitting. Everyone looks up. At the same time. And what I see— Wasn’t part of the plan. The ceiling. Shifting. Breaking. And then— Something drops. Fast. Heavy. Explosive.

The sky-mount is a terrifying, magnificent creature, its leathery wingspan wide enough to shadow the entire ruined courtyard in a flickering, bat-like veil. As it launches itself into the air, the world beneath us falls away, replaced by a dizzying, violent expanse of clouds and moonlight that threatens to swallow us whole. The freezing wind whips my hair into a frenzy, tearing at my eyes, stinging like abrasive salt, and I am forced to wrap my arms tightly around Daryl’s waist to keep from plunging into the jagged, frost-bitten peaks below. Every muscle in my body is screaming, stretched taut by the sheer velocity of our ascent.

He catches me mid-drop—arms iron around my waist, body pressed flush to mine. Wings beat once—hard, the force slamming us upward, gravity reversing in a rush that steals my breath. We soar. Higher. Faster. The wind howls—cold knives against bare skin, but his heat chases it, radiating through me like a living furnace. His scales hot under my palms as I grip his shoulders. Feathers brushing my sides—soft, scorching. The air thins—crisp, pure, tasting of freedom and altitude, lungs burning sweet.

I shouted. I stepped from cover. The soldiers fired blindly into the dark, but I was no longer on their level. With a single, massive leap, I launched us from the grated floor into the air. My wings spread, and though my right one throbbed with pain, the draft helped. We soared through the halted, razor-sharp blades, upward through the shaft. In the dark shaft, among the frozen giants, we flew toward the faint, round light of freedom, flickering somewhere high on the mountain’s peak.

Even this little bit of height feels good. “Are you ready? You don’t have to worry. I promise I won’t drop you,” he says to me. “I trust you,” I say and I feel him rumble happily at my words. Then his body bunches and he leaps into the air, his wings making the first, hard push of air as he lifts himself off the ground. As we fly higher, I close my eyes, breathing in the fresh air and letting the sun shine on my face. Ajax bugles happily and I trumpet my own happiness, which is much quieter than his. He turns and looks at me, probably surprised by the sound I just made.

I muffle-moan, shaking violently as I finally reach my goal. I am flying. I'm soaring. I'm high. I must be high.