Novel & Cerita Flights Of Fantasy

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.

He said gasping. Alex took deep breaths and loosened his hold on his neck. Then, he asked, “What omens?” “Please put me down, Prince. I will tell you everything.” Alex glared at him for a few moments before releasing him. “The day her son was conceived, five hundred vultures were hovering over the Golden Palace.” “So what, they are just birds, Alaric.” “That is not the point. Vultures are forbidden from entering the Golden Land. They bring darkness and death. The fact that the vultures appeared is a very bad omen…”

Kisha didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stay at home. The argument with Corey had ended hours ago, but his words were still circling inside her head. To conquer the world together is a great deal. She wanted to prove him wrong by letting him witness what she had just seen. She had even pretended to believe him. But now, walking alone through the busy streets of Stark City, she realized how deeply those words had reached. The evening crowd moved around her. Cars honked, people laughed, street vendors called out to passing customers and music drifted from an open shop. But Kisha heard none of it clearly. She simply walked, one street became another, then another. She

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

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.

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.

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

I lost my consciousness once again. When I got my consciousness I'm once again in the same dark alley. I don't know what is real and what is imagination. My mind is playing tricks, relieving everything again and again. Making me lose my focus and sanity. once again I am being chased by the two figures. I am running from them, trying to reach somewhere I can not be caught by them. The two figures are very close to me and I am out of breath and I am going to get caught by these creeps. No no, I can't make that happen. I have to fight them. I have to save myself from them.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.