Skymagic Stories

Enter the world behind the clouds ruled by cats and follow King Marmaduke as he looks back when things weren't quite so peaceful. No adults allowed sorry!:)

Many moons ago, birds migrated to the mysterious, deeply magical island of Aerysia. Now, they are recognized as the six flocks: Tidecallers, flock of the Aquarions, Leafbound, flock of the Viridines, Rivervine, flock of the Aquiflorians, Ashwing, flock of the Emberclaw, Iceheart, flock of the Frostvein, and Skyborne, flock of the Celestians. But when the Nightshade Order, a mysterious cult of the Umbracrest (birds with shadow magic that cannot be countered) on the barrier islands threatens the flocks and Aerysia, it's up to six birds, one from each flock, to gain a mysterious power from their ancestors, the Lun'ariel, and save the flocks before it's too late.

Swan LarkKit is determined to save her tribe. Ever since the ground dwelling ThunderTribe began to grow close to discovering the existence of the sky dwelling cats of the Tribe of The Clouds, she has been prepared. But when her Wisp ceremony, granting her her cloud powers, goes wrong, she is forced to improvise.

Gildarts found an orphaned girl, whom he's sure he's met before but can't recall when, and decides to bring her to the guild. Unaware that that very human being would change everything. Including Gray Fullbuster's heart. ***** Alexa pulled away. "That doesn't make any sense." "Neither does this." Gray said. "But I don't care. I'm sick of trying to pretend I can live without you. Don't you understand that? Can't you see it's killing me?" She stared at him. She could see he meant what he said, could see it in his eyes she knew as well as her own, in the brushed shadows under those eyes, the pulse pounding in his throat. Her desire for answers battle the more primal part of her brain, and lost. "Kiss me then." She whispered, and he pressed his mouth against hers, their hearts slamming together through the thin layers of wet fabric that divided them. And she was drowning in it, the sensation of him kissing her; of rain everywhere, running off her eyelashes; of letting his hands slide freely over the wet, crumpled fabric of her dress, made thin and clinging by the rain. It was almost like having his hands on her bare skin, her chest, her hips, her stomach; when he reached the hem of her dress, he gripped her legs, pressing her harder against the wall while she wrapped them around his waist. ***** Writing is pretty crap in the first few chapters, but I swear my vocabulary improved later on, so please bear with it! I promise you'll love the story! <3