Dreams With Wings Novels & Stories

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.

"Did she say anything before she left? Anything odd or unusual?" "She said she'd had a dream." Lydia's voice dropped even lower. "The same dream, over and over, for three nights running. About fire and feathers falling from the sky like snow. A black-winged figure standing against a blood-red horizon, speaking in a language she didn't understand but somehow felt in her bones. The dream always ended the same way, with the sky turning the color of fresh blood, and the figure reaching out toward her with hands that weren't quite human."

Disgusting. Things happened very fast. When the veil disappeared and the light came on, she gaped as she stared at Zachriel. Zachriel hugged her. And... and the k eyes see something strange. Even weirder than all the weird dreams she had her. Zachriel has wings! Color white pair of wings. Each one looked like the size of mats and covered in clouds. When Zachriel touched her, she flinched. "Are you all right, Edmin?" the man asked frantically.

They were werewolves that were killed when Liliana unleashed hell. "Stop, please!" I begged, my heart heavy with guilt and despair. But the voices grew louder, more agonizing, echoing through my mind like a never-ending nightmare. In my desperation, I felt my back flex as two white wings emerged from my back, a glimmer of hope in the bleakness. I gasped shocked, “M-my wings, finally!”

I couldn’t stand I fell on the ground and I was completely off. I dreamed and I was on a different planet and a host of beings had surrounded me. Most of them were angels and archangels. Some of the Angels have about 6 wings, some of the angels have four big wings and some have two wings. Two of the Angels with six wings held my hand.

Yes, I had a high sex drive but I’m not uncontrollable like demons who visit people in their dreams and have sex with them just to relieve themselves. I spent some time alone in the forest, trying to understand my new wings. I discovered I could will them to flap, spread out, and cocoon around me. It wasn’t even hard to learn to fly with them and I had the urge to fly up further into the sky but I was worried someone else would see. Luckily my anger had died down when the wings sprung out of my back. I was more concerned about the strange development than some stupid bitch who has nothing to do but throw herself at a man who doesn’t want her.

"Oh, so you just can't make it without the Swains? You've got two hands and two feet. What's stopping you from getting a job and taking care of yourself instead of showing up here to whine? "This whole act is just your way of sneaking back into Mom and Dad's good books through me. Don't pretend you actually feel bad. You don't." Jillian's face turned ghostly white. She clearly wasn't ready for me to call her out like that. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. I shoved past the three of them, rushed out of the airport, and hopped into a cab headed for the university.

I would never be hurt, I would reason, dreaming of the impossible. And right now. As the wind whipped past my ears, my heart plunged to my stomach, pounding. Thud thud. Blurry images slept past me. It was dark, like a tunnel. I could barely make out things, and worst? I was slipping—falling to what perhaps could be my death. Once more, that childhood dream resurfaced. If only I had wings. But reality slapped me in the face. No wings sprang from my back. And I continued my descent.

“I hoped you’d come back.” She laughed. “You have?” At least the man in her dreams was happy to see her. “I have. I thought we could go skating.” He looked her up and down slowly. “Do you like ice skating?” She bit her lip so she wouldn’t laugh loudly. It was just a dream. Why not? “I do, actually.” “Perfect!” He held out one large hand. “We’ll get our jackets and gloves and do that then.”

His chest pressed against my back, and for a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to relax. With no other choice, I drifted into an uneasy slumber. In the realm of dreams, a woman appeared before me. She was striking, her blue eyes sharp and piercing, her dark black hair cascading over her shoulders like liquid twilight. Midnight blue and silver wings shimmered behind her, their delicate edges glinting like starlight.