Windsinger Flight Rising Novels & Stories

Diving through storms I summon just to feel the rain on our skin. Soaring until the air is too thin to breathe—and his heat is all I need. Every flight a promise. Every touch a vow. Raw. Consuming. Eternal. The flying isn’t escape. It’s us. Unchained. Burning. Together. his wings carrying us both, powerful beats thundering in my ears, my sunrise boosting us higher, wind roaring cold and sharp against my face, biting cheeks until his heat chases it away, his arms unbreakable around me, body pressed tight, heartbeat syncing with mine, the rush of air tasting of ice and freedom.

Then it suddenly dropped in altitude. Seraphina’s heart jumped—looked like a downdraft caused by terrain waves. When wind flows through mountains, it creates vertical wave-like air currents. Aircraft encountering them can be in serious danger—if not handled well, it could lead to a crash! She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, heading for the copilot seat to help Jax. But before she could sit down, Jax said coldly, “Sit back down.” “I can…” She hadn’t even finished when Jax turned and shot her a glance, then ordered, “Sit. Buckle up.”

Yet the higher they went, the more she realized Gildeon was not flying in the ordinary sense. The winds here were wild, fierce, and erratic, rising in violent currents that seized them and carried them higher as though the domain itself had taken command of their ascent. Around them, the falls that crowned the surrounding cliffs no longer poured downward at all. Their waters streamed upward into the sky, flowing toward the golden clouds like rivers answering a higher tide.

I can fly higher than an eagle For you are the wind beneath my wings It might have appeared to go unnoticed But I've got it all here in my heart I want you to know I know the truth, of course, I know it I would be nothing without you Did you ever know that you're my hero? You're everything I wish I could be I could fly higher than an eagle For you are the wind beneath my wings Did I ever tell you you're my hero? You're everything, everything I wish I could be Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle For you are the wind beneath my wings 'Cause you are the wind beneath my wings Oh, the wind beneath my wings You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings

She rolled down the window and waved at me. Simon then said naturally, "Get in. I'll take you both home." When he saw my eyes fall on the passenger-seat sticker that said "Girlfriend Only," he frowned, somewhat impatiently. "Gem has a bad back. The passenger seat has more room. You can sit in the back this time." Look at that. He remembered every little thing about Gem. He remembered her bad back. He remembered her cramps. But somehow, he could never remember the old injury I had from moving all the heavy furniture.

Even this little bit of height feels good. “Are you ready? You don’t have to worry. I promise I won’t drop you,” he says to me. “I trust you,” I say and I feel him rumble happily at my words. Then his body bunches and he leaps into the air, his wings making the first, hard push of air as he lifts himself off the ground. As we fly higher, I close my eyes, breathing in the fresh air and letting the sun shine on my face. Ajax bugles happily and I trumpet my own happiness, which is much quieter than his. He turns and looks at me, probably surprised by the sound I just made.

Astrid shot back. Spiro leapt. The ground vanished. I gasped. Wind slammed into us, hot and sharp at first, then cleaner as we rose above the worst of the ash near the ground. My hands gripped the ridge in front of me. Ronan’s arm tightened around my waist. Spiro’s wings beat once, twice, each movement powerful enough to make the air shudder around us. Then the wasteland opened below.

Now it all made sense. I turned my gaze on Marcus Hale, and a wave of desolation and hatred swept through me. After we switched, Vanessa and Marcus clung to each other right under my nose, touching one another in ways that made my skin crawl. As the plane climbed higher and crossed into the Egete, I knew what was coming—severe turbulence. Sure enough, the next second, the entire plane jolted downward. The violent drop sent every passenger screaming in panic. "Ah! What’s happening?!"

“All yours, little storm.” The kite jerked upward, caught the wind—and suddenly lifted. Wren gasped as it rose higher, the tail streaming bright red against the gray sky. “It’s flying! It’s really flying!” Liora’s laughter joined hers, softer but full. The kind of sound the wind seemed to pause for. Varian watched them both—two silhouettes against a city still healing. Something eased in him, even as a thousand unspoken things pressed at the back of his mind.

As long as I strive to protect all werewolves, it won't matter how they or anyone thinks of me. A whirlwind of black flames wraps around his body causing damage to the nearby wall and ceiling. A loudspeaker overhead repeats a message over and over again. "Warning. Containment breach, the countdown has begun. Five minutes to self destruct." With his newfound power, Fenrir quickly takes action by kicking the illusionist against the wall. 'I didn't even see him move.' The illusionist thinks. ' He was on the other side of the hallway, how was he able to move that fast.'