Fluttershy Flying Novels & Stories

Skylar, who had softened for love, was already dead in that cold sea. "Install it." I stared into Luke's crazed eyes. "Night Owl was always meant to be a monster."

Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and went back to the work that lay in front of her. Her life had already moved far ahead, much like a feather being carried in the wind.

“Gather Alaska and follow. I won’t be able to fully make it there.” “I will follow you wherever needed.” Andrew spoke as he raced back to the bush and grabbed the little fluff ball. She barked happily to see her mommy who smiled at her. Andrew opened up his beautiful Midnight wings with a large smile. He missed them so much. Took him a second more to get in the air as he had to get used to them once more but it didn't take too long before he was able to keep up with the fast pace Anya had set.

She could talk to animals, plants, and insects. She could understand them as if she could hear their voices. The butterfly flew from her finger and landed on her left shoulder as she heard skittering from the field. The flowers moved because of the fast movement on the ground. The movement continued until it reached the end of the field where she was. Three squirrels came out, dragging a pack of pink donuts wrapped in thick plastics.

It hovers a few feet away, its movements graceful and deliberate. I stare in wonder, feeling the world tilt and shift around me. The butterfly floats in midair, its wings a blur of sapphire and moonlit silver, and I know—somehow, deep inside—that it’s not just a dream. This is a sign, a path forward. Swallowing my uncertainty, I push myself to my feet, determined to follow wherever it might lead. The warmth of the meadow feels alive with possibility, and I take my first step toward the unknown, heart pounding and hope blooming in my chest.

Gaylia is reputed to be one of the fastest flying wingly in all of Atlantis so Milo surmise that at the speed she's engaged in flying scared, they would go beyond the island's sky boundaries in no time, which they certainly did. Suddenly Gaylia halted mid-air to Milo's utter surprise and she went spiraling down, gravity claiming them voraciously. Milo didn't see it; didn't get the chance to witness all the other winglies around him simultaneously dropping down like hale.

She swam up through the opening, into the turbulent river. Gripping tightly to her precious child, she swam up and out the water. She wrung her clothes dry and started her journey. The last time she left the river she ran into an accident with her flying chariot, after which she never really was a fan of flying. But time was a crunch now; she pulled out a dry piece of paper from her bag and swiftly folded it into a cane. She drew a small flying enchantment on it. The enchantment glowed and the little paper crane grew in size, becoming as tall as her. Yukiya swiftly jumped on it and flew towards the west.

She immediately grabbed one of them and she throws the other one to Talon. “We need to get there using the old method.” Falla looked at the opposite sides of the street to see if there's someone's watching them, the moment she assures no one's watching she sat on the broom and began to run spurt before engaging to the air. Her feet began to float in the air as she began to fly.

he whispered into my hair and I knew if I craned my neck I'd find a giddy smile matching my own on his face. "You took me for a ride on your back when you shifted. I think it's only fair I take you for a flight around the area. I need to test out these bad boys," I flexed my new set of wings finding them easy to control—I hoped that meant they were this easy to control up in the skies. Flying was a lot like walking. It took time to learn but eventually, every fae mastered it. "You want to do what with me? How would that even work and what if you drop me?"

Yet she maintained her composure, using the strength of her connection with the dragons to anchor herself amidst the chaos. Suddenly, a fierce gust swept through, threatening to hurl Sable off the platform. But just as she teetered on the edge, a surge of energy coursed through her, empowering her to stand firm. A pair of translucent wings materialized on her back, responding to her unwavering resolve. With newfound wings, Sable soared above the swirling vortex. She felt the rush of wind against her face, her wings guiding her effortlessly through the tempestuous currents. Higher and higher she ascended, the chaos below diminishing as she reached the calm embrace of the cloud-filled sky.