Flying Broomsticks Novels & Stories

The far side of the forest looked a little more compacted and full of brush than the side we were currently flying over. We reached the brook and flew over it in just a few seconds, it was so narrow. Then, we were in the yard of the house and began to fly over top of Brookstone. It was huge. I’d thought the chateau Kayla found for us was big, but this was even bigger, much bigger. It stretched on and on before we reached the clearing on the other side, then the brook, and then the forest again.

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.

Days passed into weeks, then months, but the awaited wedding never took place. Some Falsies started to forget their purpose of coming to the Northern Territory. In truth, the dwarf Northern Falsies couldn't remember so many things. What's more, the flaming mushrooms are not healthy, their light is dim, occasionally turning off and on making the eyes hurt. The flying bats crashed into everything around as if they weren't nocturnal animals at all.

Pink, white and red roses blooming and climbing up the bluff. “Hee-hee-hee!” The black cherub spread its small pinions, still retracted to a size of a pigeon, and flew over to the cockscombs, fluttering before every bed of blooms around the crag. Herbs and hanging storksbills were also planted around the witch’s hut. “What would you think, Mistress? Herbie looks like a pretty butterfly.” “A wasp!” Helia shouted. “It is a cute bumble bee for that matter.”

My twenty-one years of life played in front of my eyes like a movie while I am stumbling down the stairs. Every bone, every part of my body is aching badly, and my vision is dancing. I am laying at the end of the stairs, I don't know when I lost consciousness and when I got it back but now I am lying on the ground like a dead body without any movement in my body. I don't know how much time had passed and I don't remember anything clearly. My memory lane is pretty groggy due to the fall and my head is feeling like someone is hitting it with a hammer repeatedly.

“May the Goddess empower! May our power devour!” They hovered high in the air. Black smoke rose from the ground, swirling out and then shaping into black misty wolf creatures. “May the shadows rise. May the shadows be their demise.” His pack jumped in the air and tried to snap at the witches, but they kept missing. “Devour them!” The witches rose higher out of their reach. “Devour them now!” Just when he wasn’t sure what they should do to get them down. A broom twirled over him and slammed the first witch in her head. She fell from the air, screaming.

They were standing in the windows as one big group, waiting for her to leave the office building. They joked that a witch flies on an electric broomstick, a jet mop, and eventually rides an old, disintegrating duckweed. After stormy debates, they came to the controversial conclusion that the editorial witch drives a dozen years old, decaying junk, devoid of soul and character.

Beta Keiran of the Crimson Moon Pack: … Talia’s broomstick appeared once more out of thin air. She jumped on it and floated a few feet atop the wolves while facing the roaring behemoth. She immediately checked the recovering energy in her heart blood and bit the insides of her cheek when she felt that it was not enough for the spell.

She smiled playing drums with her baton not noticing a spark flying right out of it, moving as the sparks came out. We all screamed Brodie’s name seeing it was going in his direction, he turned around hearing his name in confusion but didn't t move in shock he stood like a statute. The sparks hit him,white clouds formed around hi s talk figure going down to 2ft. When the clouds disappeared all heads turned seeing a miniature elf,his brown hair was now bright red and orange,he no longer had size 14 shows and cut down by 3. "Look at me wee fuit ." In a night pitch squeal pointing down wiggling his fuit, I mean feet.

No thunderclaps hovering the House of Lamentation, no bolts of lightning, and no darkness – it was as if for the first time, the Forsaken Land was welcomed by the entirety of the island. Fireworks kept on blooming in the cloudless azure sky. Witches on their broomsticks flew back and forth from the forest where their dormitories were located, leaving a trail of colorful fumes. And when the fumes from the broomsticks collided on the horizon, a kaleidoscope of pastel colors clashed like paint bombs and it was pleasing in the eyes. The pixies and the winged elves called fairies dived into the splashes of fumes with resonating giggles while their fairy specks of dust trailed behind them. The Amb