Dreams With Wings Novels & Stories

Butterflies with wings painted in iridescent hues fluttered around him, leaving trails of sparkling dust in their wake. Theo's dream world was a symphony of colors, each shade blending seamlessly into the next, creating a tapestry of beauty that filled his heart with wonder and joy. As he wandered through this magical realm, he felt a sense of peace and harmony, surrounded by the boundless creativity and beauty of the world around him.

And I can’t breathe. "Kaia," Ezra says gently, grounding me. "Hey, what’s going on?" I shake my head. "I remembered something. A dream I had when I was little. It didn’t feel like a dream. It felt like… like someone was trying to tell me who I was." Axel’s brows furrow. "What did you see?" "Wolves made of stars. Wings. A woman with glowing hands. She called me her moonlight." Ezra and Axel exchange a look, but they say nothing.

“First, I need you to know, dreams can be very real.” “What do you mean by that?” I ask, stepping closer to her. My attention was captured. “All I mean is… dreams have meaning in them, Dee. You don’t just dream stuff for no reason. A lot of people think dreams are like foreshadowing, visions, if you must. I myself am one of those people. I take every dream I have very seriously, and I suggest you do too. Do you understand what I’m saying?” She stares into my eyes, and tightens her grip on my shoulder as though that’s going to make me understand better.

When the doctor walked out of the room and passed the glass windows on the hallway, only then was Jay able to see the red wings attached to the doctor's back that didn't show up physically. A celestial being with a pair of red wings. As far as Jay could remember, only two types of wings colors he had ever seen in the Kingdom. White wings symbolized an Angel in its purest form, while black wings symbolize an Angel fallen from their grace. Jay had never seen any celestial beings with red wings before. More importantly, why a celestial being showed interest in a mortal man? Jay let the time flow once again. He looked outside the window, thinking about the doctor and why he was interested in Lia

I wanted to shut my eyes, but I couldn’t. I had not regained control over myself. I was high in the sky. My fear of falling to the ground made me pray for a safe landing. I didn’t know how it was possible for me to even fly. I had never noticed wings on my back before, but remembering what I saw in the memory orb of my father, I knew Faiths had translucent and delicate paper-like wings. They looked like those of a dragonfly. I must have had them as well.

* Aria woke up the next morning with a splitting headache as she lazily reached for her medicated glasses seating across from her right on the lamp stand before dragging herself to the bathroom to do her morning routine. She couldn't sleep throughout that night as she kept turning and tossing the length and breadth of the bed. Aria was practically restless even when she finally thought she had closed her eyes and shut off her mind and was sleeping_she woke up with a scream. She had nightmares of that woman snatching Frank away.

Her corpse that was hung in my wing disgusted me and then I flung her away. "Where is my mother!!" I asked again. Turning my gaze around like I was deciding on any lady to kill. Killing anyone was just as bad as anything worst in life to me. Then...it was always ladies..not even guys. I had turned out to be a rogue of my kind. I had gone so far before I knew it wasn't real. So I forced myself to get out of that disgusting dream. I didn't do anything else...go anywhere else after I woke up to reality. My aim was nothing but my back. I pulled off my shirt above my head and placed my right arm to check my back. Unfortunately and unbelievably... I found some little wings... growing up. "What the

His beast was a majestic black, with a blue glowing marking that pulsed like a heartbeat, a sign of his incredible abilities. As his beast took control, Raphael felt a boundless wave of fierce exhilaration, his wings outstretched as he soared through the skies, the wind whipping past him in a wild caress. His wings pounded the air with a rhythmic intensity, every beat resonating deep within his soul. This was true freedom, the unbridled power he had been longing for, and it felt like his soul had taken flight, he soared with great ease as if he were born to do this.

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

But I knew he would test my faith and resolve from time to time- like now in the realm of sleep—a place where I could so easily close my eyes and shut out the harrowing cries of innocence. I had grown up to be ashamed of my wings; they always reminded me of how different I was, how unnatural and damned. I can count the times I have shown them to people on one hand. One! My mother! That is it! So, it seemed fitting to unleash my one white, one black wing in a world where they belonged; the world where dreams and nightmares entwined so flawlessly you hardly noticed! Ultimately it was up to me which side prevailed, good or evil, light or dark, dreams or nightmares.