The Sky Is Red Book Novels & Stories

The room brightened, revealing a breathtaking scene. The interior was a treasure chest of creativity; paint splatters on the walls and the floor was strewn with brushes, canvases, and sketches. Lia gasped, taking in the vibrant colors and the sheer volume of work that surrounded her. The air was filled with the faint scent of paint and turpentine, and it felt alive with artistic energy. "This is amazing," Lia exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder as she stepped further inside, admiring a large canvas depicting a swirling sunset over a tranquil sea. Just then, Tyler reached for the canvas and carefully lifted it down.

She squinted her eyes. *gasp*... A person? Damn is that another? She asked as her eyes widened. She pointed at them in the sky. They were moving incredibly fast. She saw flashes of lights from the figures in the sky. A bright light was going from one towards the other while the other person dodged and raised a counter attack, sending a red beam of light. It was like watching a movie for Mia. Everything seemed so when she suddenly realized that they were fighting. Right above her head a fight was going on. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

It's beautiful. Students move across the grounds in clusters, some already in uniform, others dragging bags behind them. And everywhere— Beasts. Not just one kind. Dozens. I have only read about the beasts and bonds. Old books with outdated photos. Skyless Keep, the prison I once called home, had a small library with about 12 beat up history books. They only allowed books regarding Elarion, Nythera, and Solvaris. I read them until the words were permanently etched into my brain. Suddenly, I'm ripped from my thoughts. I'm surrounded my beasts and magic and students everywhere. While I thought I would be afraid to see the beasts so close, I'm actually in awe.

“You wrote it here.” Heat crept through my cheeks, reading my handwriting in my drawings of donuts and cookies, the words, “I miss you, Red!”. Instead of sipping the alcohol, I gulped it from my glass and poured another. I turned around, walked to the entrance, and leaned on the post of the gazebo. The rain had finally stopped, and the sun had come out again. My eyes sparkled to see a rainbow in the sky. “Look, Red. A rainbow,” I muttered excitedly, sounding like Katie whenever we saw one. “It’s beautiful!” I murmured.

Daniel breathed against his lips. Liar, Rigel thought. But he kissed him back anyway. The Blood-Red Moon At some point, exhaustion finally won. Their bodies remained tangled together, their breaths syncing, their heartbeats slow and steady. The world outside felt distant, almost unreal. And then— The sky shifted. Far beyond the bedroom walls, the moon rose higher, its silver glow slowly fading into something else. Something unnatural. Red. Deep, blood-red. Like an open wound in the sky.

I didn’t get a chance. Death was, and evermore is, indeed unexpected. No one knows when it will attack. I thought it was a sky of blue in which we both passed through the game of courageousness, but it was a sky of red that signified one had survived, the other had fallen. And that made me feel too.

A very strange place. The sky was red, bright red, the colour of blood. Even the sun was red, glaring angrily with its bright red glow, like a ball soaked in blood. The atmosphere was one of chaos and war, and the air was filled with the smell of burning flesh. The heat of the sun was merciless and Layla quickly lowered her head to avoid the hotness of the blood red sun. The moment she looked down at her feet, she screamed. A high pitched terrified scream, filled with dread and agony. She scooted away from the sight before her, still screaming and screaming.

One moment the sky was clear, painted in the soft pastels of twilight, the next, it split open like a wound, bleeding crimson light across the heavens. They called it the Red Veil, and whispers spread through the gathered realms faster than fire through dry grass. Some said it was divine judgment that finally came to collect what I owed, others claimed it was the curse returning, that my corruption had merely been sleeping and was now awakening to finish what it had started. A few suggested it was the end of all things, apocalypse written in blood across the sky.

I ask again, my voice steadier now. The nurse hesitates, her eyes flicking toward the door before she answers carefully. “You were transferred here from the Alpha’s mansion,” she says. “You’re still on his land, just in—” Before she can say more, I gasp, my gaze drawn to the window. My heart leaps at the sight of the sky, its ominous red hue both mesmerising and terrifying. “Why is the sky red?” I whisper, stumbling out of bed on shaky legs to get closer.

"There it is," Mira said softly. She was standing at the tall window of Lena's chamber, looking at the sky, and her voice had the quality of someone who had been waiting a long time for a particular view. "The Red Moon." It was not yet fully risen. It sat at the horizon like something that had decided to arrive slowly, on purpose — a deep amber that was warming toward red as Lena watched, the color of things on the edge of combustion. The rest of the sky was its usual Citadel darkness, starless and close, and the Moon's rising against it was arresting: specific, deliberate, like a word spoken into absolute silence.