Movie Tails Flying Novels & Stories

He had been so fast that he hadn't even touched the ground when he landed. It looked like the air itself had caught fire beneath him. His tail whipped behind him and flicked his mane, looking as if an invisible wind blew through its length. The white feather at his neck seemed to glow as it flicked in and out of existence, as if it were alive. "What's it doing?" asked Pawn Clara, watching him come back down to the ground. "He is answering your question, that he can fly and that he can get us across the hill," Bishop Eloise explained.

Rasmiah says before she flew away and we all nodded. Helena ran and started floating in the air the more she move her feet. I targeted the small flying creatures using my tirador and Abuelo Kiko used his golden string to slap them away. Helena roars like a wingless dragon which was pretty awesome. And when my eyes found Rasmiah and Miss Mata outside the barrier, I realized that something was wrong. They weren’t moving. I shouted their names and then I saw something beaming that shows up out of nowhere and was suddenly falling. I wasn’t sure what it was but it was like pulling me to get it.

Until now. The flashlight fell from Scott’s hands, hitting the floor with a dull metallic sound. It rolled away, down the stairs, each successive THWANG echoing over and over all the way to the bottom, and it was like watching an old black and white film with no sound, in slow motion: Scott, falling backwards into the room. Jesse, crying out silently, reaching for Scott’s hands, Scott’s mouth working as he fell . . . For several precious seconds Scott Kretch was airborne, and Jesse thought for a moment that maybe Scott could fly.

We shot upward, past the landing, past the mist reaching for us. But it was faster. Tendrils snagged Elias’s wings. He screeched—a high bat sound—then vanished into the black. Lyra dove to help. Mist swallowed her too. Solara pushed higher. “We’re not going to make it,” I said. “We’re not,” she repeated, voice steady. “But you are.” Before I could say anything, she hurled me upward. I was flying through the air with my arms waving I was trying to grab onto something. My fingers caught the railing of the landing. I pulled myself up and over. I was gasping for air.

Awestruck, its audience watched as it banked into the wind and soared. Ribbons of light reflected off of its smooth silver surface as it flew in front of the sun, becoming a black shadow limned by fire. It banked again, returned to the citadel, and slowed just enough to catch Leo and Jasmine in ribbons of silver. The ribbons retracted, lacing them to its body as it glided past. Then they were out over the ocean, the terrified cries of their bodyguards quickly lost in the rush of wind.

She could still them for a bit if she needed to, but it was clear to her what Slate had in mind. As they ran toward the window, both of the men shifted into nearly identical dragons, Flint’s slightly smaller than Slate’s. The younger brother broke through the window, darting out into the sky while Slate paused a moment, waiting for Nya. With no hesitation, she mounted him, running up his tail and wrapping her legs around his neck. His great wings began to pump as he followed his brother through the shards of colored glass and out into the sky.

Lucas asked politely, as he put Evan down and walked closer to the boy, who was wearing a loose, pastel blue track suit. “I would be extremely grateful if you could, I reached the wrong floor, so I’ll have to go downstairs again.” The boy panted, as he dragged the luggage closer and turned to look at him. Lucas was surprised by the boy’s face for a moment, it was a total contrast to the deep voice, straight sharp features and soft hazel eyes that almost hid behind his matching, long brown waves. “Here,” The boy stepped to the side a little, to make space for him.

I hurried ahead as the music played through my earphones. I thought I could get away from this mess, but Diana Fowler suddenly broke away from the two thugs. She gazed at me with eyes full of tears, clutching my arm so hard she left two bloody scratches. "Help me, Levi!" I instinctively shook off her hand, acting as though I had encountered something terrifying.