Flights Of Fantasy 소설 & 이야기

They cheered and sang with glee, happy that their leader was safe. The wind whispered through the trees surrounding the Enchanted Fortress as Igna's dragon gained altitude. The path chilled the witches' numb fingers. They shivered as their blue hair whipped around their heads like a tornado. They hung on to the scales on the beast's back and watched as he soared gracefully, like a falcon across the sky.

Aarav said and Oorvi gave him a look "what? I am serious" Aarav said "I love you, never leave me alone Aarav ji. Now let's go." Oorvi said and Aarav nodded his head. ************************ So here is the official last chapter of Flames and Roses the journey of Sheerazi family's second generation There will be no updates of this book and about 3rd generation no I am not planning anything for them.

Eva’s POV I was sitting on my bed, leaning against the headrest. My fingers clenched against the edges of the Ancient Book Of Rituals as I read the procedure for the Phoenix Ritual for the umpteenth time. My brain and turned blank. It was as if I was reading the words but nothing was going into my brain. I felt like I was forgetting more and more. I slammed the book shut in frustration. I was feeling a bit restless and uncertain. What if something went wrong? What if we missed some part of the ritual and ended up plunging the world into more misery and darkness. Was it worth the risk?

My heart pounding like a thousand drums is about to burst and pop out from my chest. I ran back looking at things a bit brighter. Breathing nervously, I stop at the front of the door opening it slowly. The view inside is making me feel more thrilled the more I swing it open. Their backs are blocking my eyes. When they look at me, things seem like a miracle happened. They are all wearing a glowing face. Are all these real? Am I not hallucinating? Am I still facing that wall trying to imagine things that I want to happen?

Seeking Deeper Fantasy is set in Stark city, where Corey Lawson, a 31 years old faces challenges as he discovers that the woman he is in love with, Kisha Prime, is the reason his whole childhood became a nightmare. Driven by resilience, he takes Legacy Woodwork to a greater height. Kisha Prime, a 25 years old, raised by her stepfather Morgan Lawson, the man who abandons his family to be with his one true love, Marla. Sharing deep memories together of life, but unfortunately are not allowed to be together because of the hatred between both families. Robert Prime, deeply in love with Marla orchestrated a wedge between Morgan and Marla by getting married to her against her will. Mor

"I don't want to depending to just bringing stuff…I need my place there to be self sustainable, beside if I keep spending here, suspicion will rise…also I need a something that are natural there…won't it be a killjoy to see a metallic air plane in a Fantasy world?..not to mentions the pollution's, such view will destroyed my romance for that world…" "Hmm..now that you said it, it kinda makes sense…we don't want a fantasy world become polluted..it would be off if there's a Boeing 727 flying next to a dragon…..okay let's go…hehehe..for some reasons I find this exciting!!…let me call Cathy..". After calling his wife and finding out that she had to stay back for work, With light hearted step we

The first few attempts were… awkward. One wing lifted. The other lagged behind. Then both flapped at once, nearly knocking me sideways. I laughed nervously. “This is ridiculous.” The books had mentioned flight. But they had made it sound much simpler than this. Still. I tried again. This time I focused on balance. On the steady pulse of magic flowing through my body. Slowly, carefully, I pushed the wings downward. A rush of air swept around me. My feet lifted from the ground. Just barely.

I found that interesting. For the rest of the flight, I hurt my head over how much I thought. At one point we just kept flying upward as if they lived in the highest mountains. I felt a pop in my ears as we passed through a barrier that separated the two worlds. We flew for a little while longer and there were dragons of every size everywhere. Some flew in groups while others soared through the sky alone. We flew towards the giant castle. This was where my dream would end, and I would be back in a world that didn’t want me once I woke up.

This one stays there for a few moments, spreading its wings as if it were going to stretch, then, suddenly closing it as if it had changed its mind, again flapping its wings and flying through the colossal pillars of ice, disappearing from the castle. Now a new spark appeared in the eyes of the fairy, curiosity. She slowly rises to open and close her transparent wings as she tapes the fissure through which the butterfly had vanished from her sight. One step, wings open, another step, wings close, one more step, and the opening and closing gain a faster pace. Soon, the fairy's feet no longer touch the ground. It begins slowly floating on the smooth ice then rises a little and a little more un

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.