Stranger Things In The Sky Novels & Stories

Lesley gave them permission to go, the duo held hands and went into the bush. _______Group A "Jack come in over." Callum press the push to talk button on the walkie talkie, calling out to Jack. "Go ahead." Jack voice is heard few seconds later. "Just checking, how long are we gonna be out here?" Callum pressed the push to talk button, taking a look at his group. "I've found something." Claire said out of the blue giving Hayley a scare. "What'd you find?" Ezra queried. "I think it's a bike track." She replied, bending on one knee to take a better look.

Great. I’m beginning to question all I believe in. Like since there are ghosts and all, that means nothing is actually beyond myth. Nothing is superstition, nothing is a just a tale. The Supernatural is real. It may all be real. The weather is beautiful, the sun rays are warm and they seem to be dancing all around. The sky is really blue, so blue that it seems magical. I can’t even see a single cloud. It’s stunning. I’m wearing a crop top and short jeans. Not too short, but short nevertheless.

On top of a mountain somewhere, the sky collapsed, lightning flashed, and a battered stargate appeared. A bloody figure fell from the sky!

The sky above the Zenith City was no longer a mystery, it was a fortress, the "Starlight Winter" had retreated, leaving behind a world that felt scrubbed raw and dangerously visible, high above the atmosphere, the thirteen new stars, the Sentinels, sat in a perfect, geometric ring, pulsing with a rhythmic, cold blue light that mocked our newfound peace.

On social media, Skyler had just posted her solo flight celebration photos. She stood on the tarmac, no wings pin on her chest, but a men's flight jacket draped over her shoulders. Ethan's jacket. The camera had caught the cuff. The row of stitches I'd ripped out and redone was clearly visible. The caption read: "First time going up alone. My legs were still shaking when I landed. Good thing someone kept telling me I could do it." Someone in the comments asked whose jacket it was. She replied with a small bird emoji. No explanation.

"These straws decide life and death. The short straw represents the younger son. The long straw represents the older son. If one breaks, it means that soul has been destroyed." Now the long straw that represented me had broken. Amanda quickly picked it up. Her hands were shaking. She looked helplessly at Carla and Mick. "If the straw broke, does that mean Harry's soul..." "That's impossible!" Carla immediately cut her off. Even though fear filled her heart, she desperately tried to comfort herself. "Everything has been fine for all these years. How could something suddenly..." She took a deep breath. But she couldn't finish the sentence. Standing at the doorway, Simon had seen everything. Hi

He did not know the way and did not return until noon the next day. What Tina's father experienced was equally bizarre. He was supposed to be home by 6:00 pm or 7:00 pm, but he worked overtime until 9:00 pm. He was a renovator, and a desperate homeowner suddenly hired him to install a ceiling in one day, offering him triple the price. No renovations were that urgent. It was not like you could just move in right after it was done. Combining Tina's strange death with all the bizarre events, they all believed that Tina and her Uncle Liam's deaths were destined and a punishment from God! That was why no one investigated their deaths.

Luna’s hands trembled around the yacht keychain, its silver crescent moon catching the SUV’s dim light. The chaos—gunfire, smoke, Roberts’s laughter, Damien’s screams—still echoed in her mind, a storm refusing to pass. But Grayson’s arm was steady, his heartbeat a calm rhythm against her cheek. They had escaped Building 12, but danger still lingered. Roberts had vanished. Damien’s words—You’ll always be mine—still clung like poison.

“That’s not all.” He pointed toward the horizon. Seraphine followed his gaze. At first she didn’t see it. Then Movement. Above the distant skyline. Shapes. Flying. Huge. Not planes. Not birds. Creatures. Dark wings spread across the sky as something enormous circled far above the city. Seraphine squinted. “Those aren’t wolves.” “No.” “They’re not human either.” “No.” “What are they?” Kael’s answer was simple. “Things that were hiding.”

I roared. ​We fought for our lives in the weightless dark, shoving the radioactive cores back into their lead caskets. Just as the last rod clicked into place, gravity returned with a vengeful thud. We slammed into the floor, the breath knocked out of us as the Sky-Whale let out a triumphant, guttural roar. ​I looked at the monitor. We had breached the outer wall of the Storm Seed. Outside, the world was a kaleidoscope of white clouds and black lightning. And in the center of the chaos, hanging like a broken chandelier in the sky, was the Southern Hub.