Flights Of Fantasy Novels & Stories

"Thank you for being a protective brother but your sister is strong and will conquer this." "Come home after dark even if I'm not there." He kissed me on the forehead and bided his goodbye and walked off the other way. I closed my eyes and brisked my way out of the forest. I clenched the verification card in my hand and at last I was finally there, out of the woods. All the buildings, vehicle and pollution seemed more disasters than I ever imagined in the books but my mind was set to meet him and to prove that he meant nothing to me. The first thing I planned to do was calm my curiousness.

It's beautiful. Students move across the grounds in clusters, some already in uniform, others dragging bags behind them. And everywhere— Beasts. Not just one kind. Dozens. I have only read about the beasts and bonds. Old books with outdated photos. Skyless Keep, the prison I once called home, had a small library with about 12 beat up history books. They only allowed books regarding Elarion, Nythera, and Solvaris. I read them until the words were permanently etched into my brain. Suddenly, I'm ripped from my thoughts. I'm surrounded my beasts and magic and students everywhere. While I thought I would be afraid to see the beasts so close, I'm actually in awe.

The writing could happen. He looked out the window. The apron was busy in the particular way of an airport in the afternoon—the arrivals from the morning now departing, the planes being turned around quickly enough that the schedule could be maintained. He watched a plane taxi to the runway, pause, accelerate, lift. The lift was always the moment that held his attention on flights: the transition from ground to air, from one state of being to another, the specific quality of leaving the earth behind. He had been flying for decades, since his early business trips in his twenties, and the lift still moved him. It still produced in him a small thrill, a recognition that something extraordinary

But anyway, there are other kingdoms I can go to; I just need to get out of here. I open the wooden doors with colored glass leading to the balcony and gaze at the horizon. I take a deep breath and leap over it, spreading my wings and flying away. I beat them hard, distancing myself from everything. Down below, I see some vampires staring at me, but I’m high up—the only thing they see are my wings in the sky. It doesn’t take long for me to approach the somber forest; I fly over it, spotting the trees, trying not to think about the things my mind insists on telling me. That I’m condemning myself to death by fleeing like this, but staying or leaving would be the same thing.

My vision spins, but I push myself back up. I can’t stop now. The beast comes at me again. I close my eyes and dig deep. I feel the power inside me…the light, the fire, the part of me that’s growing stronger every day. I let it rise. My body lifts off the ground again, and this time, wings made of silver flames burst from my back. They shimmer like moonlight. I fly straight at the beast, dodging its claws and slamming a ball of fire into its head. It screams and stumbles, but still doesn’t fall.

"It's like that most of the time. I think I don't hold on to dreams anymore. I figured, I'll just make them in my own reality." "Hmm, fair point." She pressed her lips together, contemplative. "These dreams of me flying... they started the night we met at Castello." She revealed, tracing her fingertips on Jesse's fresh stubble. "And the way it starts out was like... like I'm running really, really fast. And then I could feel the air underneath my feet as I started to pick up more speed. The wind was blasting against my face, that I had to close my eyes shut. And then I'm running so fast that my feet aren't even touching the ground anymore. And I'm floating, and it's like this amazing, amazin

I saw lots of little stars around my life. "Daren, I fly, I fly. Arrghhhhh "I shouted. "What? what's wrong?" "You see my wings? Where are my wings? My wings are not on my back." "What? You don't have wings," said Daren firmly. "Ha? Of course, I have wings. I'm a fairy." My mouth tells many things. All I feel is my steps are getting heavy. I felt Daren carrying my body. Triinggggggg,,,,,

he says flatly. “And I’m making one now,” I shoot back. “If you want to lead me one day, you need to stop acting like you’re the only one who knows what strength means.” His shoulders stiffen. “Noted.” He walks away and I let him. RHEA’S POV: That night, I dream... not of fire or death, not of pain or fever. But of her. She’s flying, not in this world, but another. Beyond the rift, where stars burn upside down and magic runs like rivers. Her wings stir galaxies. Her voice is a hum, deep and resonant.

] [Triceratopssss: Fantasia 2R Seraphim. [TheSeventhSnake: Damn, you're right. This is the best Fantasia I've seen up till now. But what is up with the price. I could buy a top performing flight mech with all that gold and still have some left for some bling.] [Triceratopssss: All of those mechs look like birds or underfed men. This is one of the few Fantasia's with a decently integrated flight system. You can even do some cool tricks with the cloud generator. Just give it a spin, man.]

Trinity I dreamed that I was flying over an endless red desert. I was afraid, and my heart was hammering, but I was also struck by the beauty of the landscape. The air was warm. The sky was filled with blood-red light, and dark wings carried me across it towards a towering dark castle that looked something out of a fantasy movie.