Dreams With Wings Novels & Stories

Angel kisses me softly on the lips and walks away from me, letting big white wings sprout from her back, - Angel? I call out to him, but he takes off into the sky as he says goodbye. - Annngellll! Annngellll don't go. My mom wakes me up, and I grab my shoulders. It had been a dream. A dream that started out beautiful and ended up like my worst nightmare. Angel is going to "fly" out of my life, and I don't know what to do. - Klaus, it was just a nightmare. - my mother says. - No, it wasn't just a nightmare. - I answered her crying.

My dreams were always filled with colorful creatures, little horses that had wings and flew around, fairies that left a trail of fairy dust, four legged creatures that could talk. I would find myself walking towards him, feeling lost and a little overwhelmed. I didn’t know where I was and I wanted him to help me. If he could. I felt like he could, it was a pull that felt new every time I had the dream. I would call out to him and just when he was about to turn, just when I was about to see his face, I would wake up.

"We'll figure out why you're having these dreams." She curled into a ball, closing her eyes and ushering back tears. I glanced over at my brother, who stood shirtless in my bedroom, and the worry on his face pricked my skin. He was worried, too. Why would my mate dream of lycans attacking and raping her? "One of them had wings," she whispered. Marcus halted in his tracks, his gaze met mine over his shoulder, and he let out a shaky breath. That was more than I could say for myself because I'd stopped breathing altogether.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

My eyes watered just staring at them. He lifted up from me, placing his hands on his waist and trying to strike a pose. He looked majestic, like a god. "What do you think, huh? Wanna do it with my wings out? That's very kinky of you, Cross-" His wings fluttered with great winds- Wings… Two… wings? "Why do you have two?” A/N: I'm back.

I heard myself say “Since you’re not going to be accepted by your people, you can be useful.” “It’s not that simple, they would try to kill me and as a dreamer I get the most painful death” “I thought dreamers are immortal” I said “With our powers we are but once they get drained, we are just like any other person on both planes” “I don’t think calling for help is working because I’ve been trying to call for help since but I don’t feel anything” I said with my voice shaking with fear “I really don’t want to spend my whole life here.”

The winged man moved through the storm, shielding them and protecting them from the madness that was happening on the ground. Then something roared and she turned toward the sound. She saw general Thornfield, Alpha Reginald Almond and another strong wolf she did not know. The general commanded an army of vicious wolves to attack the winged man. But before they could climb to where he was; Light exploded. And everything disappeared. Vivienne blinked, her breath uneven as she returned to the present. The dream was still vivid in her mind. She had a lot of questions. Young Oliver. The winged men, the pale ones, ware-wolves fighting each other. Nothing made sense. Why was the general attacking O

After all that happened when I was 17, I refused to stay here and I moved to the couch in the parlour, leaving Tayo alone in it but it was different though, then he was blind and still is. I opened the wardrobe where I knew he kept his files and at the sight of recent paintings, I confirmed he still hadn't changed its location. I smiled at one of the drawings, it was a picture of a little child who had wings and the ability to fly and roll amongst the clouds. I had remembered that that was once a dream of ours when we were little, to have wings like the cartoon angels we saw. There was something unique on the shades of the sketch, and I discerned it to be a mark but when I looked more closel

I saw lots of little stars around my life. "Daren, I fly, I fly. Arrghhhhh "I shouted. "What? what's wrong?" "You see my wings? Where are my wings? My wings are not on my back." "What? You don't have wings," said Daren firmly. "Ha? Of course, I have wings. I'm a fairy." My mouth tells many things. All I feel is my steps are getting heavy. I felt Daren carrying my body. Triinggggggg,,,,,

In one dream, Star stood on a mountaintop, surrounded by a breathtaking landscape. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it a sense of magic and wonder. As she raised her hands, a vibrant glow emanated from her fingertips, illuminating the night sky. Stars danced and swirled around her, responding to her every command. In another dream, Star found herself in a vast, ancient library, its shelves stretching endlessly into the distance.