Windsinger Flight Rising Novels & Stories

She squinted her eyes. *gasp*... A person? Damn is that another? She asked as her eyes widened. She pointed at them in the sky. They were moving incredibly fast. She saw flashes of lights from the figures in the sky. A bright light was going from one towards the other while the other person dodged and raised a counter attack, sending a red beam of light. It was like watching a movie for Mia. Everything seemed so when she suddenly realized that they were fighting. Right above her head a fight was going on. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

I don't know how I will get to the stairs, I just have to follow my instincts. I closed the cabin door slowly and moved forward tiptoeing trying to find the stairs. The elevator's light is on, I can see through the crack from the elevator door, and thank God the stairs are beside the elevator. I dashed to the elevator like a prisoner getting his freedom. In my haste to get to the stairs, I bumped into something, and it made a loud sound fallen on the ground.

In his weakened state I may be able to overpower him thanks to the tonics and shit Castor had shoved down my throat. I spread my wings wide, in an obvious bid for takeoff and I saw him brace himself for what he thought was coming. Running I sprang up into the air, soaring over his head before wheeling back toward him, the shock on his face was momentary as I knew he had expected me to hit him. He spun around tracking my movements, and I barrel rolled in the sky, weaving back and forth in an intricate display of my flying prowess. I flexed my wings, forcing the individual feathers fully apart so that they gleamed in the sun; I was no fool. I knew my wings were beautiful and by putting them on

A soldier suddenly sprouted two wings on his body, he was flying in the sky, so he dodged. The test ended, only a few people remained. Bella Risa looked at the young man who was probably in his twenties, his handsome face retracting his wings. With a little praise, she couldn't help but blurt out: "He's both handsome and very good." Raph Conrad glanced at the woman, eyes glazed over at the other man. For some reason, there was some discomfort in his heart, and his tone was more harsh: "A group of ten people, but only a few people passed. Everyone, what kind of practice is this?”

Oh Christ, save us. As though a sacrifice had been offered and accepted, there was a perceptible lessening of force, a subsidence among the elements, a pulling back by winds now whistling in aloof, conspiratorial mockery. Both I and Dianna in front of me started to rise, but we were blown off balance again by an abrupt gust. Snow danced in the air, washed over us in sandy waves. The air whistled and mocked. Not yet, the elements said. Not quite yet. Higgins—I could tell it was him through the whirling veil by his tall, lean figure—managed to get to his feet. He was at the wall now, securing himself by rope to a jutting arm of rock. As he inched toward the edge over which Ritter had disappear

Although nine-star practitioners could fly, this pair of wings was very different. The Wings of Wind could enhance the practitioner’s comprehension and utilization of the rules and even the laws of wind! “Raging Dance!” Norman roared. A gust of wind whipped up the dust and obscured everyone’s eyes. A tornado formed in front of Norman. Green wind blades formed around the tornado and attacked Licht with a fierce and murderous aura. Seeing this, the panic in Licht's eyes grew stronger. “Gosh, that looks scary!” With that said, sarcasm quickly replaced the panic in Licht’s eyes.

We’re actually doing it. We lift off. Rick’s voice crackles in my headset. “Wind’s meaner up here. Hold on.” I grip the harness. “Come on, Black Betty…” Bam a Lam … “You got this.” He wasn’t exaggerating… Black Betty bucks. Twice the nose dips and my stomach with it, but each time she claws back level. Rick is all steady hands and clipped focus, adjusting power, nudging her through tight valleys of cloud and over ridges where the air smacks us sideways.

The temperature dropped drastically, the wind that blew felt colder, piercing the skin's surface. The trees swaying in the wind dance a dance of death that is both beautiful and magical, their dance accompanied by the sound of dry leaves, and the leaves singing as the wind blows them. The hoarse singing was muffled, their singing was like a muffled screams. It was like someone who wanted to scream with his neck choking hard, someone who was in a transitional period between life and death. They sang and danced as if it was the end of the world. The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left

"I wish you a pleasant journey." The airport broadcast sounded, "Please proceed to Gate H23 for boarding as soon as possible. Your flight is about to depart..." Looking back at the terminal, I resolutely walked towards the boarding gate.

I wiped away my tears and opened the dashcam viewing app. It was something Sienna had downloaded on my phone to ease my mind. I trusted her back then, so I never bothered to check it. The screen loaded, showing the real-time feed. The interior of the car was dim, but the audio was crystal clear. "Sienna, this song is so good. How about we make it our song?" "Sure, you're the boss." Then came the rustle of clothes, followed by a chorus of nauseating gasps.