Stars Above Something Old Something New Novels & Stories

"No matter what." Harbinger smiled. Then the sky was filled with a deep rumble. I looked up. "What was that?" The heavens were illuminated by a line of fire. A star that is descending. However, it wasn't typical. The color was deep crimson. It hummed, too. The Harbinger rose quickly. His face turned white. He remarked, "That's not just a star." "What is it?" Grasping my son more tightly, I asked. The Harbinger said, "Something older than the god we fought." "Something that ought to have slept."

She was scared that they would be naive again and will lose everything, and she could hardly think about anything other than that as they sat quietly on the rooftop, breathing in the cold air and sitting in silence. The eerie darkness of the night burned into her mind -- and she was pretty sure that this particular night would never escape her memory. She gazed up at the pitch-black curtain draped over the sky, and the twisted, warped shapes that the stars made against the blackness — she wondered what the stars thought about their relationship. She hoped that they wouldn't ever be star-crossed. The milky speckles seemed to twirl and dance along in various patterns, and seemed to be tugging

Above them, the stars pulsed softly — not in code, not in sequence, but in the rhythm of something ancient and alive. For the first time, there was no algorithm, no prediction, no map. Only choice. And that was enough.

“Threatening a cancer patient with her elderly grandpa? What kind of monster is he?!” “The Cordons are utterly disgusting! Get lost!”

He lay down with the pillow under his head. “I’ve seen the stars without a planet’s atmosphere. They don’t twinkle or sparkle at all like we see here, Kay. The atmosphere of the planet distorts the reality and gives the illusion that they sparkle.” Conor explained as I snuggled up to him. He pointed to a group of five reddish bright stars over the ocean. “Those are the oldest stars in this galaxy. They’re over several billion years old. And that over there,” He pointed to a bright colorful patch in the sky over the Forbidden Forest. “That colorful patch in the sky is a star nursery. That’s where stars are born. It’s called a nebula.”

Sonia wiped her mouth and asked, "What could that be?" I looked at her as she leaned closer. "I don't think it's very appropriate for you to listen in, but I suppose you're welcome to do so if you want." Her face lit up in joy and she immediately sat still. I proceeded to serve Jake the divorce papers. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked, frowning. "It should be obvious enough already. Please sign it if you're satisfied with the conditions." Jake was displeased. "Don't throw a tantrum on me, Mindy."

Tattoos adorned his arms, celestial patterns that seemed to echo the cosmic symphony that accompanied his every movement. His soul, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, promised excitement and unpredictability. Caleb's gaze held a fervor that mirrored the blazing stars—a promise of a love that burned with an intensity that transcended the ordinary. In the celestial ballet of hearts, he was the wild comet, leaving a trail of passion in his wake.

Aqua stated quietly, staring at the sky. Looking at the tiny cluster of new stars, she showed Dawn where they were. “They’re already up there. I’m seeing fourteen new lights tonight. One of them is shy and reserved, and one of them is loud and annoyed. Three are dull and silent, but the rest are sleeping peacefully.”

Kylie asked Red; however, the Sovereign Sun kept his silence. Seeing this, Kylie was forced to believe that what she was hearing was the truth. Michael, this handsome man in a suit standing in front of her, was older than Red! “Who are you?” Kylie asked. Per what Red had boasted of once, the Chosen Stars and Sovereign Suns were the peak of celestial existence. Taking out God himself, they were the embodiment of pure power in the cosmos. Who then was Michael? He certainly could not be a star if he was older than Red. After all, stars did not consider anything less than a hundred years as significant, meaning that Michael was at least a few hundreds of years older than Red! Who then, was this

There it is, my name! This time I will definitely make sure to bring my father's favor back. My name is placed in the bottom of the glowing board and beside it is a triangle symbol. "Hey Cyrvian what does this mean--?" I asked Cyrvian who I was expecting beside me but I saw him completely shocked to what he saw, and this also made my reaction worse than him. His name is on the top, written in way darker gold. Beside it is a star. "You got it to the top!"I cheerfully told him.