Windsinger Flight Rising Novels & Stories

Then I moved silently down the stairs until I heard Marcus and Victor whispering somewhere in the living room. I held my breath and continued moving forward till the back door. I turned the doorknob carefully. It was unlocked. I went out and inhaled the fresh morning air. I’m out. I made it. I began running without looking back. After reaching the main road, my chest was aching from the run and my legs felt numb. I waved at a taxi and waited until it stopped. “Where to, ma’am?” the driver asked. I handed the paper to him. “Please, take me here.”

The plane was up in the sky, among the clouds. After a short moment of turbulence, it flew steadily. I looked out at the clouds, feeling a wave of relief I had never felt before. Xander must have seen the contents on the thumb drive already, too. He was perhaps guessing how I found out about his secrets. His methods of climbing up the ladder and amassing wealth were so inconspicuous. Technically, someone like me, who had never once worked at the office, should not have been able to discover this.

From there, it surveyed the forest below, as if keeping a watchful eye over everything. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning lit up the atmosphere, and before I knew it, the old tree had caught fire. Flames quickly consumed the tree, burning the cardinal with it. For a moment, I thought it was all over, but the bird flapped its wings with all its might, defying gravity, and rising up into the air once again. As the fire scorched its feathers, they grew back stronger and brighter than before. The fire disappeared as quickly as it started, and the cardinal took to the sky once more, leaving a trail of blackened smoke behind it.

Her tone totally flat. Pushing himself forward_he leaned towards the edge of his desk, just close enough to perceive her alluring body spray which only cause Aria to fall back on her chair in total disgust or was it fright? Being overly satisfied with her reaction. Frank began to explain in a rather low tone. "So here is the thing._there is going to be a book launch this weekend and I have been invited along side my mom but it's unfortunate that she won't be able to make it so am going to have to take someone in her place"

"HAHA." "You're such a dick... Wait that's it! Here it comes. Get ready Royce, it's not exactly the largest window of opportunity." "Isn't it always?" The sounds of the large Diesel engine roared down the road heading straight for them. "It's almost at the marker." The man next to Royce announced. "Yup." Royce pulled a rifle from the case next to him raising it into a readied position. "Any day now sweetheart." "Diaz... Do me a favor and shut up... Everyone is always trying to rush an artist."

But the adrenalin that was coursing through her veins, the excitement she felt, was almost too much to handle. Luke flew up higher and higher above the purple and orange clouds and even higher until the air around them became too thin to breathe properly. Only then Luke headed towards the ground. The only thing Sarah could hear and feel around herself as they were ascending towards the outer space, except for the closeness of his body, were powerful swings of Luke’s wings and swooshing of the air caused by them.

Everyone rose up to sit back down but they continued staring at her. “If I am to be these powerful leader and sorceress, I don’t have any powers to call my own.” Clara said and Gwendolyn smirked and said, “Let me introduce you to the Storm Clan. They control anything that has to do with storm. Your mentor from this clan will be Janet Johnson. Janet, on your feet if you will.” Janet stood up for recognition. She had brown hair and a pair of brown eyes and an olive toned skin to match. She bowed, “It will be an honour, mistress.” Clara smiled at the girl who looked like she was her age. Gwendolyn whispered, “Don’t be fooled by her age. Janet began her training with us when she was but five yea

I say, my voice steady despite the ache in my chest. Eden nods, his eyes distant. "Where?" I look to the horizon, where the new storm churns. "Wherever the Maestro's song leads us." He hesitates, then straightens, his resolve hardening. "Together." We walk, the storm at our backs and the unknown ahead. The melody hums, a constant companion, a reminder of the battles we've fought and the ones yet to come. The symphony never ends. It *ascends*. ---

He then instructed Aledir to spread his wings and lift off from the ground. Kiran felt her insides roll as they rose into the air. She watched Aledir's wings flap up and down, each movement hurling powerful winds against the ground. They slowly rose up the tops of the trees. They continued to fly upward until Kiran could see the expanse of land and water surrounding them.

Then we felt Storm's hand join ours, and his tiny voice rose high above us like an angel's song. We didn’t realize that Beth was at the door with tears in her eyes. The mountain sighed, but something under it groaned. He knew that we were growing stronger and would never be separated; he had to take us all if he tried for just one. Kira was preparing potions when she felt the high vibration of a magical windsong being sung; her ears perked to listen. Windsongs were rare and most beautiful; they were songs of the soul, from one mate to the other. Not many had the gift.