Dreams With Wings Novels & Stories

Like something trying to get her attention without force. She hadn’t told anyone about the dreams. Not even her parents. Not about how her wrist still tingled. Not about the shape that sometimes flickered on her skin when the light hit it just right. Not about the way she felt every time she closed her eyes, like something—or someone—was waiting. She hadn’t truly slept in days. Because every time she let herself fall— He was there. The man with the wings. — Eventually, exhaustion overpowered fear. Her head hit the pillow.

the Alpha asked. “Hm… I do not know.” “See, I am not an angel. I do not have wings.” “It must be fun to have wings, isn’t it? like the birds who can just freely venture the sky and watch the beauty of the world below them. Would you not like that?” I remarked and thought of what could be the birds sees when they are in the air, gliding their wings, and feeling the breeze and freedom they have. “Why would one wants to see the beauty of the world when the one in front of them was more priceless and astounding?”

She sighed and I watched her take in a large breath, "Okay, I'm ready. Let's do this." Her eyes remained closed, a small smile playing on her lips. She knew exactly what she had to do to make her wings appear but because she had never done it before, I knew it would take some time. All she had to do was picture herself with those gorgeous crimson wings on her back. She had to picture the features that were dusted with specks of black. She had to imagine and feel the added weight of them on her back. Imagine how they would look unfurled and how long they would be. Once she got used to it, this process would be a lot quicker.

I shake my head. I haven't been able to think very straight in days. Not since the hospital. And my dreams. They’ve been disjointed and weird. A wolf. A demon. A forest. Being in the clouds. A field. A lake. Big white wings. There’s no sense to those either.

This feeling caused such a strong bump in my heart that it even hurt. "They should be beautiful," I caught myself talking. "I can imagine you perfectly with them. But they wouldn't be white, they would be black the same color as your eyes, maybe with a touch of red at the tips just to give a style. And I imagine they would be a little curved at shoulder height, and quite full and soft in everything else. The kind of wings that a human like me would never know how to describe until she could see it with her own eyes, and when she saw it, I wouldn't believe they could be so amazing.”

Although, as the days go by he finds it feels less and less like a demotion. After a few minutes, her thrashing calms and her murmuring halts. His wings retract, causing him to land on the edge of her bed. Her dreams have grown increasingly vivid over the past few months. What could she possibly have been dreaming about that involved... demons? Seraphina

My arms instinctively wrapped around what felt like a man. I didn’t dare open my eyes. I knew how dreams like this ended, it was always when you opened your eyes. The feeling my body held was like no other, I never wanted it to end. Air was rushing around my body as large wings beat the sky. I felt totally free. Free from the world. Free from the average mundane lives of our human race. Free from society and what it expected of me. After a few moments of enjoying the silence and wind in my face, a voice came across my mind. As the beautiful words startled me, I opened my eyes.

Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping. We can only fly with two wings and two wings can only stay in the air if there is a balance. Two beautiful wings is perfection. There is a

By midnight, she couldn’t sleep. The golden glow beneath her skin flickered erratically when she closed her eyes. And when she finally drifted into uneasy rest— She dreamed of falling. Not the fall of Lucifer. Her own. The sky above her wasn’t heaven’s white. It was gold cracking apart. Her wings — those radiant extensions of her power — splintered midair. Feathers of fire turning to ash. Below her waited nothing. No earth. No ground. Just a vast consuming dark. And as she fell, she heard a voice whisper:

I should have run. She laughs, short and hard. “Oh, the look on your face! You all assume the same thing. No wings, but enough like the dragons to make us illusionists. The qualifications for becoming one of those monster’s soldiers, a hunter. That was the first word that popped into your head, wasn’t it?” She takes a step forward and my wings quiver with the urge to jump back. But hunters have ways to keep those with wings grounded. “Well, you’d be half right.” Her grin grows. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice a pathetic squeak. “Half right?”