Windsinger Flight Rising Novels & Stories

Her hands found purchase in the thick, coarse furs, gripping them securely to ensure a stable climb. She clung tightly to Wade’s furs, her fingers weaving into the thick strands as the wolf began to ascend. The air swirled around them, and with powerful flaps of his majestic wings, Wade took flight. They soared into the sky together, the rhythmic flapping of his wings echoing in the air. Exhilaration coursed through her as the city lights below gradually transformed into a mesmerizing mosaic. The breeze caressed Astrid's face, tousling her hair as she looked down upon the sprawling cityscape. The rhythmic beats of the city below harmonized with the whooshing sound of air as they ascended.

"She handles like a pregnant cow!" "Higher!" Zephyr commanded. "We need altitude to clear the cliffs!" Tristan gritted his teeth. The strain was immense. It felt like holding a mountain on his shoulders. The black veins on his chest burned. "More," he gasped to Saoirse. "I need more." "Take it," she whispered. She poured everything she had into him. The ship shot upward. It cleared the harbor masts. It cleared the mist. They were flying. Below them, the pirates of Scrimshaw cheered—a sound that was quickly lost in the wind.

"It’s a graveyard for old tankers. If we can get there, we can disappear into the Atlantic shelf." We began our ascent out of the wreckage, but we didn't use the stairs. My silver-obsidian wings felt heavy, fueled by a frequency that was no longer coming from a stabilizer, but from the Rift itself. I wrapped my arms around Dante’s waist, and with a roar of effort, I took flight, soaring through the jagged hole in the ceiling and out into the Lagos night.

Its strength was considerable, but it couldn't break free from Gideon's grip. The beast was stunned. It had kicked an iron wall! "Get down!" Gideon exerted force. The beast on top of the aircraft was flung off. Only now could they see it clearly—a slender-bodied beast with black wings on its back, its head resembling a bald eagle's. In the blink of an eye, the beast disappeared into the raging winds, its speed astonishing. Orabella stepped to the hatch and warned, "Windrunners. They specialize in generating fierce winds, and they never let grudges go. This isn't over."

That I went to get my dick sucked by a man even though I have a girlfriend… which was so many sins in one sentence. I’m so doomed. I thought fearfully as I followed Chris as fast as I could, taking large footsteps along with him before finally coming to a stop and heaving a deep breath to stop myself from retching in disgust at myself. I watched as Chris glanced around countless times, a few people were passing by but barely paid us any attention. He placed the bomb in the middle of the road and glanced around from side to side again before taking a few steps away from the bomb and screaming to my horror.

he said with a smirk. I hummed, nodding with a soft smile that seemed to scare him more than silence did. "Tempest", I called, "Hang him from the roof by his left ankle for half an hour", I commanded, my spirit Queen heeding my instructions as ropes of black crawled from her shadow, across the marbled floor and seized Cyrus Voss' limbs, yanking him harshly through the balcony and up to the roof. The shadow ropes hung him by his left ankle from the roof as I'd commanded, the boy yelling at the top of his lungs in panic.

I stated. The receptionist sneered at this. "That's not how you climb the ladder, miss. We've all seen Mr. Prunier's wife. You'd better run along before I call security," she said derisively. My hands balled into fists as the image of Nadia's bright, smiling face flashed in my mind.

The pangs of hunger made the lightly seasoned meat taste even better than usual. Since Fiona didn't have to drive, she went along with the others and ended up drinking a bit more. The flush of her cheeks made her look like she had been roasted in the fire too. "I don't think there's going to be a meteor shower," she said, her words a little slurred. She looked up at the sky before continuing with a wistful tone, "What should we do?" Wilson, who was sitting beside her, said in a low voice that seemed to hypnotize her. "You can tell me your wish instead."

“SURFACE. GLORIOUS SURFACE.” Alessia moved back to the pilot seat. “Everyone strap in.” Kael took his place beside her, hand brushing the console, shadow threads syncing with the WING. “Let’s leave before something else wakes up,” he said. “Agreed,” she replied. The WING-01 adjusted its fins, engines humming as luminous fluid filled its channels. They angled upward, following the Eidolon’s cleared corridor. As they started to ascend, the architect's voice whispered one last time—soft, almost amused.

Jack followed my eyes and chuckled. “Would you like up to attached him to the wheel for you?” “Yes please” I grinned “Wait, what wheel?” Jessie started to thrash and look around. “Relax” Warren chuckled “He is a very good shot, its Jack and I you need to be worried about” He bellowed as he lifted him up and Jack attached the restraints. Once he was in Warren grabbed the top of the wheel and gave it a good spin. I got in position and threw the first star, Jessie started to scream once he realised what was happening.