The Sky Beneath Us Novels & Stories

She grumbles, and turns to look at the edge, where the whole imperial city is visible in the pale moonlight “You come here every night?” I nod, and tug at the sleeve of her shirt to lead her behind a dome rising on the roof. It should be enough shelter from the wind. Dinah and I sit down, our backs to the glass dome of the palace. Here, the night sky stretches out for as far as the eye can see. It seems as if the earth has vanished, and we’re lost in a sea of black, scattered with clusters of stars. “I’ve never,” Dinah says softly, her eyes reflect the sight above us “I’ve never seen such a bright sky before.”

We were moving to the same rhythm, to the same beat. We were a song. We were one. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * [ E L L E ] The sky was pitch black, except for the presence of the moon and the stars. It was a full moon tonight, and it was shining this bluish hue.

Something loyal. Something patient. Something waiting. The sky hadn’t just fallen. It had been pulled down deliberately. And we were standing at the center of its collapse.

As Ayana and Adam sat together beneath the moonlit sky, they couldn't help but be captivated by the ethereal beauty that surrounded them. Above, the stars shimmered like scattered diamonds, painting the vast expanse of the night sky with their celestial glow. Each twinkle seemed to carry with it a promise of infinite possibilities, a reminder of the boundless potential that lay ahead.

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "Zane! Move your legs or the roots will swallow you whole! This isn't the Wastes anymore!" Rhea’s voice echoed through a cavernous, fungal twilight that smelled of damp earth and ancient, rotting cedar. She scrambled across a massive, pulsating vein of wood that was easily the size of a city street. This was the Under-Whisper—the subterranean circulatory system of the world itself. Above them, the sky and the snow were gone, replaced by an infinite canopy of glowing, bioluminescent roots that dangled like the nerves of a giant.

Comforted by soft fur and the gentle rise and fall of Tete’s side, Hunter gazed into the deep azure bowl of the heavens lit by a dense swirl of speckled constellations chased by a spectral moon. Hunter still marveled at a spectacle he had never witnessed before, the newness and strangeness of it all. Within the forest, beneath its canopy which hid the sky, there was little occasion to look above because danger lay in the darkness before or behind.

There were no more lies or betrayals around me, only loyal subordinates and like-minded friends. My phone chimed again. This time, it was a message from my best friend. "Caitlyn, want to go to the newly opened world-renowned restaurant tonight? I heard the head chef is super handsome!" I looked out the window at the azure sky. A silver-white airplane flew across the horizon, leaving a beautiful arc in its wake. I smiled and replied, "Let's go."

There’s no way I’ll be taking any risks after what happened the last time. Matteo hasn’t told us what the plan is yet, or maybe I’m the only one who doesn’t know. Paola seems to be breathing in and out nervously, but it’s so silent in the car that I’ll be heard if I ask a question, so I’ll just have to wait and see where this will all take us. The sky outside is a sickly gray color, and the temperature is dropping with each passing day. I almost forgot what it was like to see the sky again, thick with clouds. The air up here smells so different, and fresh.

“Because The Watchers have always owned the international .” I felt my blood passes bloodless . The guy in black smiled. “Now you understand.” Above us, the clouds parted. And for the primary time in human history, we noticed them. The Ones Who Were Always Here Ethan’s voice turned quiet. “Oh… *shit.*” Rachel exhaled. “I really hate being right.” I couldn’t breathe. Because above us, descending slowly from the sky, have been shaped. Massive. Endless. Silent. Not UFOs.

Chapter Title: Beneath the Surface The soft steam from the hot tub curled into the night air, thick tendrils of warmth dancing toward the stars. I was nestled between Alex’s legs, back pressed to his chest, both of us sunk deep into the bubbling water of the massive cedar tub perched on the edge of his private balcony. The moon hung low and full above us, pale light gleaming off the water’s surface and kissing the tops of our wet skin.