Under The Earth Over The Sky Novels & Stories

Instead, he stares at the path ahead of him, like he's intrigued by the way the black sands of Tartarus meet the white sands of the Underworld. Finally, when he does speak up, I know he's talking metaphorically about our connection - "You'd think the white sands of the Underworld and the black sands of Tartarus would clash together because of their stark contrast, but instead, it's like they're meant to be one. Their colors blend almost effortlessly."

He was like a boy who cried but could still hold up the sky for someone when needed. Who would not love a younger guy like that? Whether or not he turned out like Ethan later, who cared? I should just take it one day at a time. Living happy one day at a time was a victory!

Delaney "What do you think?" Paola asks in my ear. "Pretty cool, huh?" I have no words for the scene in front of me. When we were walking through the tunnel to get here, I had no idea what to expect. I certainly didn't know that we would be walking into a whole city built under the one I grew up in. No wonder they call it the Underworld.

Earth said when he turned his back but in a whisper. "Huh? Did you say something?" Sky asks in clarification since Earth only whispered those words. "Nothing, I said let's get inside friend," he explained and gave a forceful smile. Sky shook his head. He didn’t understand what Earth was trying to tell him. “It doesn’t matter, I am sure you will do great things here, I am sure you will succeed, I will be your shield, I will help you achieve what you want to achieve,” Earth said trying to make him feel better.

Skye explained. “Then explain it to us,” Silas urged. “The veils connecting earth with Lexius and the Underworld are being tampered with. Should these veils be destroyed, it will be the end of humankind and most supernatural beings,” Nikolas explained. “If that’s the case, then why won’t you open up for Cressida?” I asked. “She’s a Higher Power,” Skye replied. “She is?” I asked in disbelief.

Nathaniel came to stand beside me, silent, eyes narrowed. “You feel it too,” he said. Not a question. A fact. I nodded, swallowing hard. “The earth doesn’t want us here anymore.” The wind curled around us like it was listening. Suddenly, the ground rumbled. A tremor—not natural. This wasn’t the pulse of tectonic plates. It was rhythmic. Intentional. Like a heartbeat coming from the depths of the underworld. Then, like ink spreading in water, the fog parted. And she appeared.

The very earth beneath their feet resonated with the cosmic currents, echoing the unity of all existence. The celestial beings, now merged with the earthly realm, joined hands with Victoria and Alexander. The cosmic symphony intensified, reaching a crescendo that reverberated through the garden and beyond. The earthly resonance became a manifestation of celestial integration, a testament to the interconnectedness of mortal and astral consciousness.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t fly this fast with this kind of aircraft.” Alex turned his head. “Why?” Luneth said, “Don’t you know? The most dangerous place in the Underworld isn’t on the ground but in the air. The sky's the wonderland of the experts of the Underworld.” Alex rubbed his brow bones. He wasn’t used to not having his fleshy body here. He couldn’t blink or frown, depriving him of the small habits he’d do when he was usually thinking. He could only substitute them with massaging his brow bone.

This is our group’s spot for practices, making assignments or projects and for relaxing. There’s a bench that can fit all of us though we often prefer to sit on the ground covered with green grasses. The trees are surrounding the whole place that made it look more relaxing. It’s filled with fresh air in here. Teagan sat on the ground and Yukira laid on his lap. Yunho wrapped his arm around Unira. Their actions made Scarlet and I vomit. “Ew, gross,” Scarlet commented and act as if she’s about to vomit. “Yeah, I don’t want to look at them,” I laughed.

Something that understood power was the only thing that mattered. When the agony finally ended, I stood on ground smooth as black glass. The sky above was deep purple, shot through with silver veins. Three moons hung overhead, each a different shade of gray. But it was the landscape that made my breath catch. In the distance, a tree grew with its roots reaching toward the sky and its branches buried in the earth. A child's laughter echoed from somewhere, but it played backwards, growing younger with each giggle until it became a newborn's cry.