Romans & histoires Dreams With Wings

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.

The screams in my dream sounded like they were coming from everywhere at once. “Monster!” “Freak!” “She’s cursed!” I ran, my feet slipping on dirt and blood as the voices followed me through the darkness. Every time I turned around I saw them—faces twisted with disgust, eyes filled with hatred. And behind them… Something worse. A shadow with wings. Black wings. My wings. “No,” I whispered, backing away. The shadow moved closer. Closer. Until the feathers brushed my shoulders—

Her eyes were as wide as saucers as the wind blew in from the hole in the roof. Liam was speechless not understanding what he had just seen, his mind trying to replay the scene that had just occurred before his eyes. "Kaya. B-boy w-with wings?” He asked widening his eyes. He shook his head rubbing his face trying to wake up from the strange dream. A dream where his daughter had been taken way up into a sky by some boy he had recognized had been dating his other daughter but had suddenly grown a nasty pair of gold-plated wings and some wicked teeth.

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.

and even then it was rare; perhaps it was because they were half human after all. Her green eyes and crooked smile had haunted my dreams for some time now. In those dreams I saw her, clothed in all black with her scythe fighting viciously. When I woke from those dreams my heart would be pounding in my chest, a light sheen of sweat with her name on my lips. I knew she felt it, the electricity that skittered between us constantly, especially if we touched. This was the last thing I wanted or needed, and it was clear she didn’t know what the feelings meant; just that they were there. I shoved my chair back and stood up, then taking my shirt off I exposed my wings and stretched them, gently rol

" It said, amused. Then he let go of the priest, who concentrated. Again and again he tumbled through the air, had hugged himself and was feverishly concentrating on his wings. He was scared to death, but who didn't have it if you fell many meters without a parachute? Deep down, Godric felt a pressure slowly spreading inside him. Under the devil's watchful eyes, two gray wings appeared to stop the priest's fall. Slowly and hesitantly he opened his eyes when he no longer felt himself falling. Godric looked in astonishment at his wings, which seemed even bigger and more powerful than before. Even the gray color seemed a minor matter at that moment. Godric has never felt so free and exhilarated

Typically Dragons were immensely large, but this one got two sets of wings, a larger pair set atop the muscular shoulders, and a slightly smaller pair set lower back that tucked below when folded, necessary to propel the massive body through the sky and fly. But looking at the creature filled Celina with a hollow sort of dread. It shouldn’t be making her feel this way; after all, she’s been waiting for an opportunity exactly like this. Why wasn’t she elevated? Ever since past few days, Celina had a myriad of emotions, from better to worse. Better because now there's something to strive for, a light amidst the unfamiliar fog. Worse because it scarred her for life, made her want to live a comm

He wondered. Even if it was a dream, he felt that everything in that dream was so real. He also still remembered how the bride looked. She had long black wavy hair and also beautiful grey eyes. Then he talked to himself, "Will she be my bride? Was the dream a vision of my future like my others' dream?" Daniel was happy for that dream because he hoped that he could get married at the age of 23. It implied that he still had two years left to find his bride.

He growls before commanding me to fly now unless I want to be condemned to the depths of Tartarus and made into a soulless creature. I tighten my arms against Luka as I flap my giant wings, rising us up above the soulless. The smog spreads quickly, trying to entangle us in it, but my wings send a powerful gust of wind as I take off into the air, sweeping the smog away from us.