South : Beside The Sky Novel Novels & Stories

“I don’t know. It’s unfamiliar. I’ve never had … this many feelings. I mean, I know I’m weird. And I know he is broken. But for some twisted reason, I feel better being weird near him than trying to be normal anywhere else.” Her honesty settles over us, heavy but real. And damn if it doesn’t make sense. I hate that I get it. “That poor boy has always been like a haunted house,” Rosa murmurs. Sky finally looks at her. “He might be a haunted house. But I think I want to live there.” Rosa crosses herself dramatically. “Ó, meu Deus (Portuguese = O’ my God).” “Don’t worry,” Sky says with a cheeky smile. “I’m bringing sage.”

“Sorry, Uncle. There is no air conditioning like in hotels here. Electricity from the sun is limited. But it seems, tonight feels hot because it's going to rain. If the water has gone down, the air will definitely be cooler. Especially, when it gets late." While Edmund smiled at her sweet voice, Sky leaned back on the edge of the bed. "So, what are you doing, Uncle?" Her eyes fell on the brown-covered book at Edmund's side. It was Alice's travel journal.

A seam of gold tears through the clouds, and fire rains from the heavens looking soft, glowing, like a falling star weeping. Lucien joins me, his expression already wary. "You feel it too?" he asks. I nod slowly. "It’s calling me. South." "What's that? Do you know why?" "No," I say. "But I think... I think that’s where the story really begins." He slips his hand into mine. "Then we go together." But even as he says it, I feel the fire inside me stir. It knows something I don’t and the whisper returns. "Drakari, child of flame. Come south, where the Sky bleeds."

The next day Sky and Kole visited his mother. It was a long ride from his house to his mother's house. Along the way, beautiful sceneries entertained them. A green rice paddy full of Whitehead birds, mountains full of ready-to-harvest corn, a pond with different colors of koi. The endless summer hydrangea covers the side of the road, their colors gave the road a romantic aura, harmony, and peace. "Kole, will you live with me in the mountains? Let's build our house there and plant as many hydrangeas as we can..." Sky spoke while looking outside, feeling the breeze with his hand raised outside the window.

But it was Hope and her mother, and countless other nameless, faceless supernaturals. I stand as I would if these were pyres for the dead, watching as the building collapses and the flames flicker up into the sky that is just starting to darken as the sun sets. The reds and oranges of the flames blend into the sky as the setting sun creates a picturesque image in front of me. The sun is long gone when the flames finally burn out, and I make my way back to the car. As I pull away, I dial Beta Carlos. “Levi.”

"Gideon Frost, you truly have become vicious. Fine. Since you protect this evil spirit's remains so dearly, then you will personally burn them to ashes to cleanse the bad luck from Adrian's body." Father trembled all over and stared at Mother in disbelief. "Seraphina, have you forgotten why you are alive today? My sister traded her life for yours. Have you forgotten all of it? "How dare you treat her like this? How dare you!" The courtyard fell silent. Only Adrian's groans drifted faintly from the rooms beyond. Mother drew a breath. Her brows tightened with impatience. "Must you cling to something from so many years ago? "She is already dead. How can a dead ghost compare to Adrian's living l

Like the moment never happened. Like I’m already back to being background noise. “Don’t burn lunch,” he says coolly, turning to leave. “He hates that.” And then he’s gone. Footsteps fading down the path, phone already back at his ear as he barks out orders to some invisible world I can’t see. I let out a shaky breath and slump back against the bench. Well. So much for getting some air.

But no one seems to mind; after all, their fur protects them from the elements. A sheep in hell? You've got to be kidding me! Sheep were not hell's creatures, they were from heaven. She groaned. But there was no trace of people on this trail apart from a worn-out track that curled through the snow blanket of grass on her right. Oh, really, Sophie? Do you expect people in your nightmares? Really? What is this Stephen King novel? The cold air replenished Sophie's lungs, and they were now bursting with fresh air as she observed the orange sunset cascading down a rift of clouds into a distant blue lake. The reflection of the sunset glimmers in its beauty.

❈-❈-❈ Radwa sat on the comfortable sofa in the living room beside the wide window, where warm sunlight streamed inside. After making sure Murad had taken his medicine and eaten, she left him to enjoy some rest. She held a new romance novel she had just begun reading. She had found it among the books in the apartment. It had caught her attention at first, but her curiosity had truly taken over when she read its title: Dreams Beneath the Sky of Love Anything related to love caught her attention, especially novels. Whenever she read them, she felt as though there was someone out there who shared the same feelings she carried in her heart.

She didn’t pull away. “I like the rain,” she murmured. “I know.” I let my hand fall away. And I didn’t tell her that watching her walk away toward the tent felt harder than facing a rift full of shadows. ***** The sky cracked open with the first bolt before we even reached the rift. Midnight-colored clouds churned overhead, heavy with electric tension and rain that came down sharp and cold as broken glass. The southern territory wasn’t kind. It was vicious. And so was this rift.