Dreams With Wings Novels & Stories

Even the restless goats nearby seemed to pause. Promise turned toward the girls huddled close to their mothers. “I was once like you,” she said gently. “Small, afraid, told to obey. But I dreamed of more. And tonight, I tell you: your dreams are not curses. They are wings.” The words hung in the air like fireflies. Elder Bamidele struck his staff against the earth. “Your wings will carry you to death!” he thundered. But his voice cracked, and the echo that followed was weak.

He would bargain for eternity to see it again, but the moment came and the Festival began - the exhibitions of Celestial Wing The feathers on her back began to line up like scales. Her spine looked carved out by the bones of her wings. Then something amazing happened: everyone had wings, black and white, demons and angels alike. But it was hers that sparkled the brightest. When he saw her face, he realized she wasn't the same anymore. The scenery changed again before he could describe i

Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whereas demons have grotesque bat wings. When you mix the two, it turns out you get something like my wings, smooth, dark blue, and like a dragon wing. Minus the boney parts and scales. Dad said the skin on our wings actually resembles the skin of sharks, which makes us very, very fast flyers. But what sets us apart from our predecessors, is that the wings can change shape. Quite literally.

“It’s okay. She is free to kill me. I don’t care. I just want her.” Nevea noticed the warmth his eyes emitted while talking about her. But it didn’t last long as it changed to display his sorrow. Her heart bled at his sorry state. “Your wings, Zach. I want it.” For a second, Nevea’s mind went blank. Wings. So the dream and the wings she had seen were real. “Does it mean everything I saw was real?” She mumbled. At this point, she couldn’t differentiate which one was real and which one was fake.

SERAPHINA’S POV Falling is anything but how it is depicted in dreams. I've had occasional dreams where I'd become a bird, soaring through the sky and feeling the wind in my feathers. There are also those dreams where I'd fall freely through the air, only to crash into my bed and wake up. I’d guessed that it’d be faintly similar to the real thing - not that I ever thought I’d have to check it myself just to be sure. But boy, was I fucking wrong.

Dominic is back on his feet watching with the most shocked expression on his face but then I feel my back start splitting in half and I scream again the pain the agony of my body being ripped in half is slowly breaking me. I feel myself become woozy from the blood loss and my eyes are burning, I feel the wetness dripping down my face and realise my nose is bleeding. With one final agonizing yell I feel my body lift off the ground still engulfed in flames but something comes shooting out from my shoulder blades and I feel my body become heavy, the blinding light in my eyes starts to fade and as I turn my head to see what exactly is weighing me I have to do a double take. I have massive wings,

They are wrought with visions of beautiful angels, girls pleading for their lives, and a knife cutting through my chest. The next morning, I wake up completely tired and confused after my restless night. The dreams seemed so real. I wish my angel were real. That’s the only good part about falling asleep. In my dreams, an angel swoops down from the sky and takes me in his arms. I can’t really see his face, but something tells me that we’re meant to be together. He always whispers something that makes my heart melt. Then I wake up, and I can’t remember what it is. It’s so frustrating. All I know is that I w

From his back came a pair of wings—long, black, feathered wings. Curiosity quickly got the best of her, and Jaida reached out to touch the soft looking structures on his back. The second her hand came in touch with a feather, one thing began glowing from around the boy's neck. She felt a tiny low twitch return from the feather she had touched, thus she pulled her hand away. She watched in awe as his wings began to fold and shrink. They were disappearing into his back, and once they were gone, she noticed that there was no proof that they'd ever existed. There weren't even two wing sized rips in his robes. It had been as if she had simply imagined the entire thing

I wonder what I'm going to see this time. “Wow,” I gasped as I instantly snatched the phone from his hand. I sat back in my seat to examine the picture more closely. On the screen, I could see myself, but my eyes were now pure and brilliant white. The usual white swirling circles that I'd got used to seeing when I felt like this, were now gone. I looked closer at the picture, and I could see the beautiful wings that had just embraced me. They were poking out above my shoulders and they came all the way down my back, the ends of them hanging off of the couch. They were bright white but slightly opaque in look, like frosted glass. They looked like they were made entirely of light. Damien sat d

"Your tattoos look so real" he whispered in awe, tracing his finger over the outline of my retracted wings. Humans were funny, they didn't really believe in us Fae, but they had the expectation that our wings were an external appendage. The reality was we could release or retract them at will, allowing us to blend in with the neighboring kingdoms. I propped myself up on my elbows, allowing my eyes to rake over this Adonis. I had picked him up in a human bar hoping for a fun romp in the hay and he had delivered.