First Flight Final Fall の小説・ストーリー

"My father’s lab. The place where it all started." --- ### The Final Flight We didn't have 12 hours. We had the travel time it would take to get from the subterranean Forge back to the summit of the Vespera mountains, and every second we wasted, the world became less "Earth" and more "Machine." As we emerged from the underground base, the sight was a nightmare.

I replied calmly, my eyes lingering for just a moment longer on the breathtaking view of the sprawling city beneath the massive structure, memorizing every detail of the mortal world I was currently walking within. I felt the gentle shift in the air as he departed, leaving me alone once again. Taking one last deep breath of the earthly air, I stood up gracefully. Behind me, hidden from mortal eyes, my large, majestic wings unfurled and fluttered once, powerful and light at the same time. With one strong push against the wind, I lifted off the edge, soaring high above the clouds, leaving the noise and chaos of humanity far below as I began my ascent back toward Heaven, toward the Golden Kingd

I stuttered, heart ramming within me. “I’m saying, “Aunt Molly began calmly, “despite the Launch,” she continued painfully slow, my heart beat racing wildly from within me, “Julie-James and Flair Mag to be specific have chosen you as one of the top 3 finalists.” My jaw dropped, feeling as if I was being reborn, my hands shaking as I released a loud scream hand in my hair like a mad woman, eyes wide as I looked at my Aunt, “ ME?! THEY WANT ME?!” I screeched. I had long made peace with it being over but I was still in the game.

It flooded his nose and coated the back of his throat. Melissa let out a strangled cry, half scream half sob, angry and dismayed by the intensity of the pain. When Jimmy had watched her die before, she had been so serene, so unflinching in her acceptance of the violence and mutilation. She showed none of that composure now. This death was different. It was final. For the first time in his career, Jimmy had found a way to end a story and not just abandon it.

OLIVIA We stand there, engaged in a staring contest. Of course I lose because in my defense his eyes aren’t really the type you’d like to look into for a long time. It feels like they’ll drag you into the plainness of them. “I’m out of here,” I mutter under my breath and try to push past him. He’s not even trying to be gentle at this point, he pushes my shoulders hard enough that I stumble and fall to the floor. It hurt, really bad. I hope I’ve not bruised my tail bone because it would be even more painful.

The reception area has a hexagon design of acoustic ceiling tiles which looks more like giant crystal suspended from the white ceiling. We stop at the counter for a brief second for Renata to pick her key card from the receptionist before heading to the twelfth floor. When the elevator doors shut, I half-expect Ren to do something stupidly absurd like trying to get close to me but she maintains her distance, not saying a word to me until the ride is over.

She was about saying when he cut her off angrily. "Leave Ella !" he growled at her. Ella was taken back at first, this was the brother she grew up with. He hasn't talked to her in this manner before, "what with him" she wondered and quietly walked back to dining hall ************************************************************ The plane landed softly at Drow Airport, the biggest airport in D Nation. Heather Clifton sighed in much relief , though she felt uncomfortable and nauseous when the plane was taking off and as now that it is landing .

To everyone out there that were abandoned. Isa's Pov I never thought that I would return to Icarus Falls. I can't believe I once lived here. It brings back so many bad memories. Isa sniffled as she remembers the first day she arrived in Icarus Falls. Flashback

"Then who was the fierce warrior weeping into my fur just a moment ago?" "Shut your damn—" The heavy oak doors of the upper loft burst open, and Carllo tumbles down the stone stairs, his face completely drained of color as his beta scent spikes with frantic terror. I instantly loosen my grip on Lanka, my wolf rising to the surface as I growl, "What has crossed our borders, Carllo?" "The message bird just arrived from Silverline Medical Center," Carllo gasps, clutching the wooden railing. "Margaret Wolfe's heart has begun to fail completely. The shamans say the silver-rot has reached her lungs."

On the flight home, the plane starts shaking violently. Certain I'm about to die, I call my husband, Rhys Callahan, to say my last words. He hangs up on me, and his auto-reply flashes on the screen. "Driving. On my way to pick up Daphne." I've taken 86 flights in our five years of marriage. Every time I'm about to land, I ask him to come get me, and every time, the answer is the same. "Daphne's getting in too. I have to pick her up." He picks up Daphne Langston all 86 times. The lowest point comes during a rainstorm. I drag my suitcase through the downpour outside the terminal for two hours, unable to get a ride. When I call him, Daphne's voice comes through, laughing. "Oh, Rhys is h