South : Beside The Sky Novel Novelas e Histórias

Instead, slowly, it lifted an arm — if it could be called that — and pointed. Not at Baylee. Past her. Behind her. Baylee turned sharply. The world behind her was wrong. Her heart pounded. Instead of the forest, instead of Silverveil, instead of trees and path and safety, the ground dropped off into a void of pale color and whispering light like the Midway had looked. A memory of the space between worlds. Only this time, it wasn’t shattered and violent like it had been when she’d fought Jade. It was… calm.

****** When I returned to the orphanage, the sun disappeared, and the sky became a dark orange mixed with blue. I didn’t stop in the dining room, I went straight to my room and then plunged into the bathroom and took a quick shower with warm water, colder than hot. Then I returned to my room and put on my pajamas, waiting for everyone to return. I lay in bed with my book in my hand while my companions put themselves in the beds and turned off the light, not worrying at all that I was reading. I placed my book on the bedside table and tucked it under the covers, waiting and looking at the sky through the slit created by the curtains.

Maybe she had no intention of seeing him again. After some time, Nathan gently placed his phone on the table. He walked to the window and stared into the distance. His imposing figure seemed solitary and forlorn in the still room. Like a tall, sturdy tree stripped of its vibrant green foliage. … Two days later. As evening approached, the sky was bathed in shades of red by the setting sun, casting a warm glow over the land. A car pulled up at the entrance of Sudvilla. Phoebe remained in the car while Mila stepped out and entered the house alone.

He’d just sat on the mattress with the letter in his lap, staring at the wall Jaelen used to lean against, feeling the silence press in from every corner. Now, hours later, he was somewhere else entirely. The common room was dim, lit only by the late afternoon sun bleeding through half closed blinds. Sky sat beside him on the sagging couch, close enough that their thighs touched. His arm was draped along the backrest, his fingers idly brushing the nape of Azxel’s neck in slow, deliberate circles.

The air rushed past me, blurring into a gray streak. I punched through the cloud layer in three seconds. I hit the stratosphere in ten. The sky turned purple, then black. I could see the curve of the horizon. I looked South. From this height, the wound was visible. The North was white and green. But the South... the South was a dead, gray scab. A perfect circle of desolation expanding outward from the blackened remains of the Swamp. And in the center, pulsing like a dark heart, was the Black Lotus.

Note: There will be three books in this series, so try to connect with every character. Anyone could be the main character in the next book. Sky’s P.O.V. It’s late at night, and I’m in the middle of fucking a girl from behind. The girl’s hands are tied to the bedposts, and her moans fill the room as I give her deep and hard thrusts, squeezing her buttocks. “Oh… God…” she begs, “Can I come, Sky, please…”

Luckily, they had Oskar protecting them, they did not need to be afraid of the turbulences. After flying in the void for a while, they finally saw light appearing ahead of them. As they left the passage, they were no longer in Grandiuno Sect but an unfamiliar place. It was a tall mountain like the sharp of a sword. Halfway up the mountain, it was covered by a thick layer of white fog. The mountain was very steep and dangerous. There was a vortex above the peak and it looked like it was about to be activated at any time. Severin was wondering where the passage had brought them to. Oskar must have read Severin's mind because he stroked his beard and explained calmly, "This is the Southsky's en

“Not me. Not this time.” Lucien stepped beside Selena, his sword now faintly glowing in response to the pulse of the Spiral still alive in her chest. “If it’s not her… then what the hell is it?” he asked. A low rumble answered, not from the earth, but from the sky itself. The stars peeled away, revealing not darkness—but a second sky, colder and infinite, layered beneath the one they’d always known. It stared back at them.

We had faced the creator, rejected perfection, and claimed our right to be flawed. I stood on the balcony with Félix, watching the sunset. The sky was no longer white; it was a deep, vibrant indigo, filled with the real stars that didn't talk back. "Halfway there, Little Bird," Félix whispered, pulling me into a kiss that tasted of honey, ozone, and the long, difficult road ahead. "The next are for us, Félix," I said, leaning my head on his shoulder. "No more architects. No more laboratory worlds. Just the North."