As Light As A Feather As Stiff As A Board Novels & Stories

Boom! A sword ray shot out from Frederick's hand, and the silver light struck the giant bird. Several thick feathers, as sturdy as tree trunks, fell heavily from the sky. Despite being just feathers, they were large enough to be daunting for Adrian and the others. However, compared to the giant bird, the feathers were insignificant.

They’ve felt solid this entire time, what’s changed? I have to move slower so that I won’t fall through. I still have at least 100 feet in front of me to get back to the staircase. I look at the bridge, I cannot fall through, but I don’t have time to waste. I can’t go slow and be careful. With that in mind, my feet take off running faster than before. I feel like a gazelle galloping through the desert, I can do this. One board. That’s all it took. One board to crumble and make a single foot touch the water. I hold onto the ropes, my other foot still on a board, I’m determined to pull myself back up.

“You're forgetting that this could all just be a dream.” “Definitely impossible. I'm too grand for a single dream to contain,” he said, smiling with arrogance and coaxing the crow into flight. It cawed as it flew away. A single black feather spiraled after its wake. He caught it gently to run his fingers down the onyx tufts.

She huffed out in annoyance. "And sliding, Ace, really? On this thing?" I asked almost unbelievably. "Way to ace up your pig game," Elle chided. "Not with our bodies, with that board thingy Leafy can do," "Won't it stick to the ground?" "Not if Ann ice it, the board." "Who else wants to face a gorgon instead of this?" Gomez asked in disgust. "My stomach hurts," he moaned painfully. "Leaf," Ace called. "This better works," she grumbled. Unlike what she did at the staircase, she snapped her fingers and the board appeared.

*Whoosh* The Lightning Emperor moved quickly. Unlike Sameed’s barbaric movements that contained too much power, the Lightning Emperor moved like a swallow. Like a leaf in the wind he moved gracefully, appearing beside the Cruel Emperor in next to no time with his foot raised high. He twisted his hips and tilted himself before swinging that left foot towards the Cruel Emperor, intending to break the latter’s ribs!

What thoughts are going through your pretty little mind? Lifting her head, she cracked her neck and unfurled her wings from the skin between her shoulder blades. The thin blue fabric of her dress moved as they reached out from beneath it. Her shoulder blade jutted with a slight scraping sound. The brown flesh-covered wing emerged. Unfolding like an accordion. Flexing her shoulder blades caused the ten-foot span to straighten, whispering over the furniture before relaxing. Utterly silent he took a step back and ducked to evade one flexing wing.

"Why didn't you make use of a car when you know that it's going to be a long walk?" "I'm not complaining about carrying you. You're as light as a feather. There's not much difference with or without you in my arms." He said and I crossed my arms over my chest in anger. I wasn't light nor was I heavy. Maybe I am light but not as light as he described me to be. He doesn't know my body more than me.

he spat at me, but I didn't understand a single thing he said. (Pronunciation: VAIR-thi koh-nung-sree-keeth OH-kahr EH-k-ki SAK-sett af HAWLFD-doh-nihr.) My vision blurred as I felt my consciousness slipping away. The pressure around my throat was unbearable, each breath becoming more desperate and ragged. Unable to scream and nearing unconsciousness, I could feel the darkness drawing close. All I could do was mind-link Asher and not give in. I wasn't sure if he could hear my plea for help, but I continued to struggle and kick. I would go out fighting.

As he flew, he beat his wings again and again. Countless iron feathers shot out like arrows, streaking straight toward the hovercraft.

I touched his shoulder with the tip of my fingers and slowly trailed down to the base of his wings. I could feel his intense gaze on me but he didn't stop me from what I was doing. He just observed me beneath his eyelashes. He probably thought I was some curious child who was seeing an elephant for the first time in her life. His feathers were so soft and smooth, like silk. It was a little fluffy and stuffed with many barbules, at the same time, his feathers looked very strong and hard at the top. I looked up at him, our gazes locked with each other, causing a thick atmosphere around us. There was this unexplainable tension between us and our current position was not helping us either.