The Man From Eartg Novels & Stories

The man looked down at her. His eyes were not silver. They were not black. They were clear. Almost human. “I am the one who made the mother above the sky,” he said. Elena swallowed. “And who made you?” The man's smile disappeared. For the first time, something like sadness crossed his face. “No one.” The answer struck Elena harder than she expected. “No one?” “I was simply here.” The world trembled. The man slowly descended from the sky until his feet touched the broken ground.

In truth, it was never a plan—only a desperate man’s last, flailing struggle. I calculated the days. Thayer’s deadline for repayment was approaching. During this forced isolation, my parents were undoubtedly frantic with worry. Yet this was the consequence of their own indulgence—it was nothing but poetic justice. Outside, the autumn wind tossed the leaves of the trees against the glass with a soft rustle. I locked the files into the safe and turned to look at the photo on the wall: Seraphina holding her elephant plushie. Her smile revealed tiny dimples, sunlight filtering through the soft strands of her hair, scattering delicate patches of light across her cheeks.

The second they hit the ground, the man and I help them up, and altogether, the four of us run from the crumbling apartment. "This way," he yells, stopping and turning into a narrow alleyway. Running down the alleyway, we hear infected close behind us. As we exit the alleyway, the man stops suddenly. "What the hell are you doing," Bailey yells, "Why are we stopping?" "Because I don't want infected banging against my front door," the man replies. He digs through some vines growing on one of the alley's walls. As he digs around, I see some infected at the end. They stop for only a second before seeing us and charging. Raising my gun, looking down the sight, I stop when I see the man pulling ou

Another one roared. "Can someone call security?" The others suggested. "Don't worry, ladies. I'll handle this." They all looked satisfied when a man walked towards Marionne. He looked like in his mid-40s, yet still, look formidable and elegant. "I know you, Marionne, right?" Marianne felt like he was showered with ice-cold water. The man in front of him was the father of Ava. "Uhm—yes—yes, sir." He struggled to answer.

the old man laughed down more and jack looked at Terry with questioning eyes . " don't look at me it's probably more of your weird second God shit I'm not even surprised after Argust" Terry said as the chief stopped laughing. " oh Argust is still alive? thought he'd kicked the bucket but I guess he's still immortal oh well, why don't we go inside " the man said as he slowly recoverd form his laughing fit . As all of them sat down and julie served them tea the chief began . " Alright let's see allow me to explain lets start here first things first my name's john and I'm a human from another world ."he said with a serious tone.

In the end, the man's blood was on the floor and he was still alive. “A job well done.” Master stated, starring down at the eyes of the man who killed seven maidens’ dreams and turned them into a shell of who they once were. Master then decided that she would not feel remorse for her actions, not when they all made the world better in some ways. Just like she had gotten rid of the bastard who made her start her journey, she had gotten rid of this one too. Master watched the life bled out of the man's eyes before looking at Rima who was rubbing her eyes, she was still sleepy. This part of the resistance had never interested her much.

a youthful voice asked the four walls of his room. "Yes he is, master." a hard tone replied to the question. The answer came from the ground beneath. "Let him come." the soft command was uttered in nonchalance. "Yes, master." the earth elemental answered at once. The gigantic earth being rose from behind a kneeling man after only a span of a single breath from his former position. The man was monstrous in form just like the thing that approached him silently. When both were clustered beside each other, two unusual forms were a sight rarely seen in this part of the world.

I stood at the window and looked at this man and felt something shift inside me, deep and permanent, like a door opening that had been closed for a very long time. He said goodnight. He pulled the door shut. I turned back to the window. And that was when I saw it. A figure, standing just inside the garden gate, completely still in the dark. Looking straight up at my window. Not Petra. Not anyone from the security team. My father.

Because it felt wrong not to. I took a handful of dirt. Held it briefly. Then let it fall. The sound echoed softly. Final. I stepped back. And watched as the last layer was placed. Smoothed. Pressed. Flowers followed. Laid gently across the surface. Color against fresh earth. The ritual ended quietly. No formal dismissal. No closing words. Just a gradual dispersing of the crowd. People leaving in small groups. In silence. Or in quiet grief. But not her. Lyra didn’t move.

Green shoots burst from the man’s shadow, stabbing through the darkness. The man screamed—a raw, terrible sound. He yanked his hand back. June dropped to the floor, gasping for air. “You can’t plant seeds in the Void!” the man howled, clutching his arm. Green shoots turned to gold wheat on his skin. “Nothing grows here! This is where things come to die!” “My mother is the Earth!” June yelled, getting to her feet. Her hair stuck out in every direction, eyes wild and bright. “She says the soil is everywhere!”