Flights Of Fantasy Novels & Stories

There was no sign of fear in his innocent mind, yet he is the key to this entire epic. We left the sea shore and took flight toward the Himalayas through the sky. Lucas spread his massive wings and held me and our child within his embrace. As we flew above the clouds, I looked down. From above, this vast world seems so peaceful, yet beneath it lies countless conspiracies and bloodshed.

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.

The plane cut through the night sky, disappearing into the clouds. I pressed my forehead against the window, watching the endless blue fade into white. My teeth sank into my lip so hard I tasted blood—anything to keep myself from collapsing. The wounds across my back burned like fire, warm blood seeping through my shirt. Every heartbeat was a knife. Just hold on. Just a little longer. Once I landed, once my feet touched foreign soil… I would finally be free. When the plane landed, freedom tasted like dust and iron. Every step outside the airport felt like dragging chains behind me. My legs trembled, but I forced them forward.

I flinched and slammed the window shut. Xareth chuckled beside me, his voice casual. “Fear not. The castle isn’t as terrifying on the inside.” I didn’t answer. I simply nodded, pretending to believe him. We rolled through the courtyard. It was breathtaking in a way that didn’t make sense, beautiful, but wrong. Two enormous fountains floated mid-air, defying gravity. Streams of water spiraled upward from the marble basins and twisted like serpents before descending again, never spilling, never ceasing. Magic hummed in the air.