Taste Of Sky By Ventrecanard Novels & Stories

The moment he tasted her blood, Zach felt like he was on cloud nine, He remembered tasting her blood when they kissed, but none could compare to biting directly on her neck. Her blood taste devive. It tasted better than the blood he had ever tasted before. His eyes blazed, and, for a second, they bled to golden. He sucked and sucked until the metallic taste of her blood filled his sense. He almost completely lost his mind if Nevea didn't touch his shoulder to wake him from the trance.

On our last day in Calor Del Cielo, Lyzza invited me to stroll around town, asking me about good places to buy stuff and souvenirs. Our flight was at 5 pm that night, so I agreed to make the most of our trip. I took her to Famoso Mercado—the most popular local market where they sell native food delicacies, unique souvenirs, and memorabilia. To my surprise, I hadn't been informed that Cedrick Miguel would be joining us when I saw him waiting for us in the hotel lobby. Feeling betrayed, I gave Lyzza an angry, accusing look.

I took off for the wild yonder, gazing up at the Milky Way sprawled across the night sky. It was my son's dream. He was a stargazer, an astronomy buff since he was knee-high. On his birthday, he saw his first meteor shower in the wild. Tragically, that same night became his last. I was determined to make his dream come true. The divorce papers, signed by Elias, landed in my mailbox. Maybe it was guilt, but he rewrote the terms, leaving me with a lion's share of our assets. I took it all without batting an eye.

No sir. I take a glass from the cupboard to pretend; I open the refrigerator door, and there it is, the most delicious dessert I have ever seen, it is not as tasty as the tres leches cake, but a sweet is sweet. I place the glass on the internal shelf, I take a spoon out of my pocket and open the box to proceed to grab a good portion, and I take it to my mouth. "Mmm," I moan as soon as the sweet taste of tiramisu makes contact with my taste buds. Not caring about the fuss Al will make, I take another spoonful and pop it into my mouth. "Mmm, God!"

It was like she was in a whole different world entirely. She seemed to be in a forest but the trees and the vegetation were looking quite strange. There was pink and purple colored trees. The grasses were blue and the sky was incredibly beautiful. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw more than one sun shining brightly, surprisingly the intensity of the heat was less than earth's. The place seemed like paradise. The forest was felt so cool and she rested her back on the grass and admired the sky. Suddenly, something flashed before her eyes. It seemed like it was floating right above her. She squinted her eyes.

Her caramel hair was slightly blown by the wind. He felt the strong force sucking him closer until he passed through it. "Enos!!!!" He could barely hear the shrieking sobs of Enara calling after his name. It was blocked and unamplified by the barrier that felt like water. "Enos!!! Don't go!!!!! Enos!!!" He heard Enara's cries calling him. He felt himself in the sky and saw clouds around him then saw below glittering lights and dots of black forms and shapes. It was a refreshing and new sight to him. He felt glee upon seeing it. The fear he felt a while ago disappeared, now replaced by this newfound wonder.

The sun rose slowly over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. A new day, a new battle ahead. As I stood on the balcony of the Salvatore estate, the crisp morning air filled my lungs, but the taste of dread lingered in my throat. Today, everything would change.

Odessa asked beside me, mid-laugh, as Lena tried to balance a mini champagne bottle on her head. “Yep,” I said, injecting sunshine into my voice. “Just checking if we’re stopping for snacks.” Myra turned from the passenger seat. “Snacks? Please, we’re going straight to the Skybluff Lounge, thank you very much. Frostvale’s crown jewel. Rooftop view, enchanted drinks, and music that makes your feet move whether you want to or not.” I smiled, even though my heart was quietly tap dancing. “Sounds magical.”

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.

If Damien had gone out, that meant more freedom for me to breathe freely a little longer today. Skylo lifted his gaze at me. “Busy.” He simply said. I raised a brow. “Too busy to eat? Even for his tea?” “Apparently,” Skylo said, a little more clipped this time. “And Camillé?” I asked, forcing her name out even though it always made me sick to say. Her name tasted bitter on my tongue, like expired coffee. Skylo gave a dry laugh. “Camillé,Oh well—” He trailed off, the sarcasm thick in his tone and I nodded, fully understanding.