Under The Earth Over The Sky Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, in the living world, the sky suddenly cleared. But the crown… was gone. And deep beneath the earth, something began to laugh. Quiet. Patient. Waiting for someone easier to control.

“The Underworld had the lowest entry requirement, you just need to be a soul, but then all memories you gain in that place will be forgotten once you leave. It’s like a boy scout’s mantra, what you see, what you hear, when you leave, leave them here.” “As for the Skyworld, it’s a littler different. Mortals have to be ascended ones before getting the qualifications to enter that world. These ascended ones called Anitos are deities that can walk and reign in the mortal world, but once they are up above, they have to bow down to the actual authorities of that place.” “The Skyworld is several times vaster than the Underworld and might even be bigger than the Mortal World and its galaxies combine

I said one word to describe it, “Beautiful.” Such a vast landscape with a breathtaking sight could only be seen in a bird’s-eye view. Then I realized that we were all on top of a mountain. “Guys.” Wilt was glancing upward. “You might want to check the sky.” We tilted our heads, and our jaws dropped when we found seven suns forming in a circle in the sky. “We are officially not in Kansas anymore.” When I said Kansas, I meant Earth. The others agreed while gawking at the alien sky.

“It’s not supposed to.” The ground trembled faintly beneath us. From the east. From the city. “They’re building underground,” I continued. “Using infrastructure as framework.” Vale cursed under his breath. “That will stabilize faster than aerial construction.” “Yes.” “And once it stabilizes—” “They’ll reopen the sky.” Silence fell. Heavy. Urgent. “What do we do?” Lena asked. I looked toward the horizon. Toward the city. Toward the fracture spreading beneath millions of lives.

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.

As we emerged from the underground base, the sight was a nightmare. The sky was no longer blue or black. It was a shimmering, translucent emerald grid. Massive obsidian pillars—thousands of feet tall—were erupting from the Dead Zone, acting as stabilizers for the atmospheric conversion. I saw a forest in the distance being covered in a layer of liquid metal, the trees turning into jagged antennae.

Angus put the phone down with a chuckle. Gabriel sat on Nick's desk and Googled Couvade. "Fucking hell," No, this was Angus playing silly buggers, he'd always had a daft sense of humour, they were still waiting for someone to dig up the realistic skeleton that they had buried under the patio of their student house one Halloween. "Gabe, can we use this computer please, we need to do a school project, and we need to use Google Earth, its easier to see on the big screen."

I asked, my voice cracking. He fell silent, and I continued, "Do you enjoy watching me get dragged through the mud, being called a mistress, and seeing the stock price drop? Is this what you want? Are you satisfied?"

Outside, the sky burned red with fire and fear. And far beneath the earth, the ancient woman laughed softly. “Yes,” she whispered. “Now you are ready.”

They formed a phalanx of shields, protecting the rollers as Lucian and Isabella picked off the drones from the center. Above the Blue As they broke the stratosphere, the sky turned from azure to deep violet, and then to the absolute black of the void. Below them, the curvature of the Earth was visible, a marble of dark continents and swirling white clouds. "Look," Meilin whispered, pointing upward.