Under Heaven Novel Novels & Stories

Nyla’s POV Above us, the sky contorted like an impending storm. The earth beneath our feet shook as a tremor swept across the atmosphere. My heart was racing when I looked up and saw the sky burst out like the opening of an old tomb. A person appeared from the depths of that fissure in the heavens. It was a being of unadulterated strength, something much older and darker than any other figure. His eyes glowed with a wild, ferocious brilliance that could pierce the very fabric of reality itself as he lowered himself slowly.

Then the second soldier grabs me from behind. No. No, no, no. I slam my elbows back into his ribs. He curses, tightening his grip and locking my arms to my sides. "Don't touch me," I snarl. Hands clamp around my arms tightly. I'm thrown to the ground, the force of hitting the floor knocks the air out of my lungs. And suddenly, I'm not in the dean's office anymore. I am back in Skyless Keep. Stone beneath my cheek. Hands pinning me down. Voices above me. Laughing and taunting and hurting.

Inside, a single green bottle glowed. "The star-baby left us a present," she said, smile sharp as glass. "A new drug. We call it ‘Heaven.’ One drop, and you live in the White Room forever—no pain, no hunger, no death. And the best part? People are lining up to buy." A chill ran through Maya. She glanced at the city: silent houses, a world running on fumes. "You’re going to turn the whole world into a dream," Maya said, horror in her voice.

His touch was incredibly gentle, a stark, breathtaking contrast to the fury of a moment ago. ​The elevator gave a soft, electronic chime. Floor 65. ​The doors slid open, revealing the dark, sterile expanse of the penthouse. But neither of them moved. They stayed trapped in the small, mirrored square, suspended in mid-air, caught between the ghosts of their past and a terrifying reality they no longer knew how to control.

Thousands of beings rose at once, ascending through the radiant expanse without disrupting its balance. Aurelian moved with them. There was no rush. No urgency. Only execution. He descended through layers of Heaven, each identical in perfection, each untouched by change. Light flowed around him, constant and unwavering. His destination formed within his awareness. Observation. Aurelian came to a stop at the edge of Heaven’s boundary. It was not a wall, not a barrier, but a distinction. A place where perfection ended and something else began. Below, the universe stretched endlessly.

She looks first at my eyes, then slowly moves her eyes to look at my outfit, more specifically my boobs. I was wearing ripped mom jeans, a red with cherries crop top that showed cleavage, and on my feet were my black and white converse. "Can we talk?" Heaven asks staring directly into my eyes. I didn't even get the chance to speak when Heaven grabs my hands and pulls me away to god knows where. Thankfully, no one was staring at us so nobody really noticed we were gone. Heaven drags me to the janitors closet, and shuts the door leaving me speechless.

"No. Father, I do not, I will not accept this arrangement. I do not see my future with this man. I can't !" Her father saw the frustration in his daughter's eyes. "Very Well then. Now go on" She stared at her father and walked out. The heavy thought of their decision stays on her mind all night. She could not sleep. Her legs pulled her out of her bed and she let them take her to the closed doors of her balcony. The moon was vibrant. Beautiful. But there was always something devilish about the nights in the Kingdom, due to that forest. When her eyes fell from the moon to the forest below her curiosity rose. The devil's forest as they said. She could see the dark black soil that started from t

Heaven The morning after Eden's visit, I was in the kitchen, happily preparing breakfast with him. The aroma of coffee filled the air as we laughed and shared stories, enjoying a rare moment of normalcy in the chaotic underworld. Eden, flipping pancakes, grinned. "Heaven, this feels like a glimpse into a parallel universe where we're just regular people." I chuckled. "Yeah, a universe without the constant threat of rival factions and family drama." As we bantered about mundane things, the kitchen door creaked open, and in walked Chase, his eyes narrowing as he saw Eden. "What's he still doing here?" he grumbled.

Maybe it’s because his wicked touch still has a hold on her, or it’s because her eyes are still stuck on what’s happening down her window. Now it’s like a charm. She can’t look away. And she’s shivering, her bones overcome by shock and grief and fear. Her demons are at it again—whispering, crawling in her mind, and… as usual, laughing. Dear readers, if I ever mistake the female character’s name, Heaven, with Mellow, please bear with me. Mellow is the female lead of my previous book, and I may still be into her.

*** *Present Moment* Diane woke up with a jolt, it was the same dream, the usual one she had always had all her life. The dream felt so real that she ended up in a pool of her own sweat every time. Those flames rising in the air, the man in black who had held her hand and smiled warmly at her. The orphanage was a place she had despised so much, but she had ended up there thanks to her incompetent parents, whom she barely remembered, and the stranger who had taken her there. She had grown up with so much resentment towards everyone else who had a perfect family life.