Twilight Sky Novels & Stories

"Get a small team of your fastest people together. We need to find those girls before it's too late." --- The cloud cover had been blown away by the wintry winds exposing the inky black night skies. Stars were scattered through blackness, Sparkling like diamonds on a bed of black velvet. But it was the moon that dominated the sky, her silvery light bathing the frozen wilderness until it looked like a black and white photo was as beautiful as it was haunting.

I just hoped the others trusted me and followed me through the portal. The sky beautiful and blue with pink and orange clouds etched across it and the sun was bright, though I couldn’t figure out where it was in the sky. There was the sound of waves crashing, that was utterly calming. I almost didn’t want to get up. I wanted to take a nap here in this sand and relax. I looked to my right to see sparkling silver water. This was sensational. “We’re actually alive.” Zeke stated. “Either that or this is the Twilight Nexus.” Posy said sitting up.

1598, Scotland “Nathaniel! Come inside, Nathaniel!” a voice called. “O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright,” young Nathaniel quoted. She giggled happily and turned over on her bed of grass to take in the darkening sky. “Nathaniel Elizabeth Bristow!”

The rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds replaced the familiar bustle of civilization, enveloping them in a tranquil cocoon of nature's symphony. Finally, they emerged into a breathtaking clearing that seemed to have been plucked from the pages of a fairy tale. Standing on a high ridge overlooking the town of Crestwood, they were treated to a panoramic view that stretched as far as the eye could see. The rooftops and streets below lay sprawled out like a patchwork quilt, illuminated by the golden glow of the sun.

Zale, Zeph, Vermont. I stared into space, didn't know how many minutes have passed, but the rain had stopped. Oh, thank goodness. I went out of the house and again the string from the book has shown and act as a guide once more. Since I got 'enough' sleep — I guess — I started heading out west. Just where is this leading me? Since I am bored and don't like to walk, I used a little of my power to create wings and just soared in the sky. I flew slowly because even though the sword is light, it still adds weight to my baggage.

The letter came on a Tuesday morning. Lihua never liked Tuesdays because she felt it was the day when the universe liked to shake things up, right when you finally had your week steady. It wore the Tiancang Sect’s vermillion crane—wings wide, painted with that almost arrogant elegance that only people wielding real power ever bother with. And it had both their names there on the front. No pretending this was just for him.

Sky Herald: “Refusal is not offered. The High Aerie has watched you bind oaths beneath its gaze. You have claimed the sky without permission. Come willingly before the equinox moon, or the sky will come take you.” He flicks the scroll. It floats through the air, lands in my hand, and burns cold enough to frost my rings. I unroll it. One line, written in lightning that keeps rearranging itself: You kept the summer. Now the sky wants it back. With interest. Below the words, a date: September 22, 2029. And coordinates that point straight up. Rowan reads over my shoulder and whistles. Rowan: “That’s the floating citadel above Everest.

The sky was ablaze with colors reflecting off the calm sea as the day gave way to twilight. Tyler poured them each a glass of champagne, his eyes twinkling as he handed one to her. “To us,” he said, raising his glass in a toast. Emily smiled, clinking her glass against his. “To us.” They sipped their champagne in comfortable silence, watching as the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a trail of fading light. The stars began to appear one by one, twinkling in the vast expanse of the night sky, and Emily felt a sense of peace settle over her.

“The truth is, I don’t want her marrying Andre, so I’ll back off until you need me. But one wrong move and I’ll lock you in your bedroom until you’re too old…or too sore to care anymore.” “Well then,” she said with a happy grin, “let’s see what I can do.” Sabrina stood by the railing of The Tornado as it slowly slipped through the river. Twilight was beautiful. The lights from Creighton’s expensive, refurbished yacht twinkled off the water, shining their path along the River Nene. The air was clear, and the night was warm, allowing for a relaxing trip.

As the heavy gush of wind hits her face hard with the door opening slowly and Shawn gasps hysterically in amusement. The aircraft was gliding above a sea of clouds, the early morning twilight cast a serene glow across the sky. Below, the clouds resembled fluffy pillows, tinged with hues of pink and orange as the sun prepared to rise. The horizon blurred the line between night and day, creating a mesmerizing scene of transition. Above, the stars faded into the brightening sky, while below, the world slowly awakened to the promise of a new day. It was a breathtaking moment, suspended between earth and sky, as nature painted a masterpiece for those fortunate enough to witness it from the lofty