Novel & Cerita What Is Light As A Feather Stiff As A Board

Otherwise. I shift around and sit on my knees. Looking up, I take a deep breath. Spreading my wings out, I stop for a moment before propelling myself up. The going is a little awkward. I've never flown inside a tower, much less a lighthouse. The walls come closer and closer together, creating a vortex of stone around me. Narrowing my wings I slowly beat them and make my way higher. Now it's a foot above me. Seeing it, I see it's definitely made of wood. Years of salt and wind have made it brittle, and it's weaker than it first was. Thinking quickly, I push my self up with my wings, and as I reach the arc of my little boost, I stab my wings out and into the stone walls that are only five feet

Freya I wiped sweat from my head as the sun went lower in the sky. It sent golden light across the ballroom floor. We had been doing this for hours. And still, the feather kept falling to the ground like a small, annoying bird. “Again,” Valerie said in a sharp voice, tapping her foot on the floor. I let out a long breath and picked up the feather one more time. “This is impossible,” I said quietly to myself. Adrian raised one eyebrow. “Giving up so soon?”

(Alfred) As we were making our and have a small conversations we have already arrived at the tall and thick stone city wall, without alerting any guards nor the slumbering Undeads. “Well…climb it..can you give me a push?..”. “So that is our plan…rather than give you a push…I can get us over the wall quick..(Feather Weight)..”. (Alfred) Alfred simply cast a spell on both of us, the spell was called (Feather Weight), just like its name it made our entire body weight almost to the point of like a feather, According to Alfred this were the spell that was very easy and very simple that it would not alert any watching eyes towards us. Thanks to him, we can easily climb over the wall despite it bei

The Silent Feet came and went like wind, leaving dead bodies and blood along their trail, but people did not hear screams or chaos, just silence, followed by death. As he stared at the pretty boy, seemingly too weak to even throw a punch, challenging him, Old Snow thought the Bronze Orchid was playing tricks on him. He felt a bit disappointed that he would have to destroy such a face. It would be a shame, but the boy had brought it upon himself. As he was sure he wouldn't lose, he didn't even demand a price if he won. It was an insignificant fight that would be over in seconds. Everyone knew how it was going to end, so there was no need for all that fuss. He was wrong.

Hails of feathers as hard and sharp as arrows crisscrossed against salvos of bullets from the soldiers' rifles. Steel-like glints bounced off the feathers in the sunlight as they struck down the bullets fired at them while the rest were reduced into harmless white flashes when they hit the magical shield of light that Chu Xun conjured. These were not the average pennaceous feathers that Wingeds used to fly but a skill they used in combat. The feathers struck down every bullet that the guards fired and Chu Xun's magical shield defended the guards from the torrent of deadly-steel feathers, culminating in a stalemate.

My thick skin and feathers could not prevent the heart piercing pain I felt through my entire body. My body was crushing under the grip of the thorney tendrils. The black magic users started to advance towards the phoenix shifter. If they succeeded to take her feathers then it was going to end up being a disaster. Defeating them will be impossible if a single feather falls in thei hand. Not only they are going to be blessed with the power of reborn but also make the deads a new life if the dark magic and powers of feather combines together .

The night stretched long and thin around in icewood. Outside, the wind combed through the frost-heavy pines, carrying whispers that could have been breath — or memory. The feather lay before me on the desk, glimmering faintly under the candlelight. Its veins pulsed with a color I couldn’t name, neither violet nor silver, but something between the two — something alive. Bobby had refused to leave, posted by the door like a sentinel carved from impatience and loyalty. Every few moments, he would mutter something under his breath — a joke to fill the silence, but the words always died before they left his mouth.

Boom! A sword ray shot out from Frederick's hand, and the silver light struck the giant bird. Several thick feathers, as sturdy as tree trunks, fell heavily from the sky. Despite being just feathers, they were large enough to be daunting for Adrian and the others. However, compared to the giant bird, the feathers were insignificant.

What Caspian cared about was that when the feather fell, Little Candy stared at it without blinking, and its body also tensed up, as if it was ready to fight. After a while, the feather fell to the ground. Different from the light floating in the air before, the moment the feather fell to the ground, there was a crisp metallic clang. Caspian looked down at the feather. At this moment, Little Candy suddenly stood up. Its eyes were bright as it stared at the feather in front of it. "What you're paying attention to is this thing?" Caspian looked at Little Candy, then pinched one end of the feather and picked up the feather.

he gave me a crazy look. “Don’t mess with me bro.” “Okay calm down. It might be the whiskey that is making you see things.” He joked. I pick up a black big feather, brought it up to my face to examine it. “That’s one big feather you got there.” Harper said. “Do you know the specie of bird it is from?” “I’m a cardiac surgeon not a bird specialist, you moron. Don’t tell me you think the feather is from your invisible bird man.”