Dreams With Wings Novels & Stories

The scars held the painful memory of her lost wings. “When a dragon loses their wings, their will and strength crumbles, “ Alec sighed, noting how I had spotted the deep scars on her body, “The meaning of life dies. Kathlyn sees herself as nothing but a large lizard now. Her wings were her strength, every dragon’s strength lies in their wings. When you’re deprived of your wings, it is a far worse punishment than death itself. Every one of our flightless ones were forced to watch, as their wings were torn and thrown into ashes. Leaving them nothing, but flightless creatures, who mourned into the night.”

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

She followed his eyes to the line of birds migrating above. She studied him again. His lips curved lightly now, eyes squinted, gaze softened like the birds whispered something he inexplicably understood. “I do wish I was a bird,” he muttered, releasing a rustled laugh. “Some people are born with wings but never leave the ground. Birds are the only creatures that can fly wherever they want without needing a physical wings to guide them.” Isla looked at the birds again, her brows knitting as she tried to unlock meaning from the metaphor.

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.

in more ways than one. That night, I dreamed about my childhood, of how I got lost inside the forest near our house and how a monstrous creature tried to eat me. I clearly remembered some of its features. It had bat-like wings and a snout like a lizard’s. I was certain it would evoke fear in me. This monster was one of the reasons why I fear fangs now. But then my dream changed into something different. Something that seemed real. I felt like I was cocooned inside the same enormous wings, but instead of giving me fear, it gave me warmth. It gave me comfort. It made me feel I was cared for and loved.

Well not more than a soft woman, but flying had been a close second. He landed outside of the art studio, darkness still hanging around. Inside Fiona was still asleep. At least she was safe. He could find his new home and get back to her later. He took off into the night, landing on the high rise that Sean had directed him to. He took one more glance over the city of Philadelphia as Donal had called it then tucked away his wings and went to meet Tex. *** Fiona woke from a strange and lovely dream about a tall man with dark hair and blue eyes. The strange part was that he had wings coming out of his back. She had no idea what had been in the pizza she ate last night that made her dream such a

Her steps faltered from time to time, but she kept walking. 'You’re doing amazing, Angel… You’re so beautiful…' 'There’s more to me than the white wolf you see. Do you want to see the other side of us?' 'Yes!' 'Will for your wings to come out.' 'What? You have wings?' 'Just do it!' My eyes widened as I conditioned myself to let my wings out. Angel has wings? This will be amazing! Soon, I felt something sprout from Angel’s back, and something flapped behind us before my wings cocooned Angel’s body, giving me a glimpse of her white wings.

I didn’t want to leave her side, but I knew Ramses was right. I leaped into the air letting my wings unfurl behind me. A dusting of rose gold flakes fell behind me along with pieces of my torn shirt, as I flew up and joined my brothers. All four of us surrounded this man, who I just now realized had sprouted wings made from flames.

Her wings fell back into her body, screaming. Covering my mouth, a sob wrecked through me. I had forgotten she would feel the pain, too. Too worried about watching Mortus breathe his last breaths. The warrior, his eyes solemn with pity, gently gathered her in his arms, picked her up. Her head leaned into his chest, gripping his uniform. “Leave me,” she cried again. Wings sprung forth from his body, shaking his head. His wings hummed in the pattern of a hummingbird and took flight to the palace.

For some reason I felt completely comfortable with June even though I had spent more time with Jenny. “Alright well maybe I can put your mind to ease. There are a few people in this world that realized a long time ago that the justice system could not help everyone. Too often the people that need help the most are the ones left to their own wits. Jenny and I grew up watching our mother getting hurt a lot. No one helped her, and eventually he killed her. We knew then that we would find a way to help others in her situation, so Clipped Wings was born.” June patiently explained to me.