Wings Of Freedom Novels & Stories

But the moment Clara looked down and was ready to grieve, her tears froze into solid ice. It seemed like her ticket to freedom didn’t go down the drain. There he was, alive and in one piece, grinning like a maniac. A strong gust of air blew Clara’s hair in all directions as a pair of wings fluttered on his back. They were broad and plush and three times the size of his body. Feathery, with softly scalloped edges, and with just a hint of the palest blue around the tips. Clara noticed them beating very lightly.

I wanted to shut my eyes, but I couldn’t. I had not regained control over myself. I was high in the sky. My fear of falling to the ground made me pray for a safe landing. I didn’t know how it was possible for me to even fly. I had never noticed wings on my back before, but remembering what I saw in the memory orb of my father, I knew Faiths had translucent and delicate paper-like wings. They looked like those of a dragonfly. I must have had them as well.

“Gather Alaska and follow. I won’t be able to fully make it there.” “I will follow you wherever needed.” Andrew spoke as he raced back to the bush and grabbed the little fluff ball. She barked happily to see her mommy who smiled at her. Andrew opened up his beautiful Midnight wings with a large smile. He missed them so much. Took him a second more to get in the air as he had to get used to them once more but it didn't take too long before he was able to keep up with the fast pace Anya had set.

A feeling I never had before. Since the furniture doesn't really support my wishes, I did something that would otherwise never cross my mind: I lifted my robe a little and ran towards the window and threw myself against it. This had more of an impact. It broke. The shards of glass cut into my exposed skin and I gritted my teeth. Even if it would have been pointless to try to be extra quiet. After all, it was said that God saw everything. So he would already know that I had just broken out. But I didn't care. As I fell out the window, down the tall tower and felt the wind, I felt like my heart was being set free. The wind whistling through my long hair and pulling on my robe as if it wanted t

The war raged on. But around him… it began to feel distant. His gaze hardened, steady and absolute. “Because this…” A beat… The air itself seemed to tighten. “…is the last time this war breathes.” And then… He moved. Power didn’t just surge… it broke loose. His form shifted violently. Wings tore free into existence, vast and consuming, unfurling with a force that seemed to split the very air apart. Dark… immense… they stretched wide as if they had always belonged there, only now choosing to be seen.

"And the Citadel will burn. And I—will reign." His wings folded, and with a powerful beat, he was in the air. The earth below him cracked and broke as his great wings created gusts of air that ripped through the chamber. The walls creaked in protest as the very foundation of the building seemed to warp to his power. He was no longer tied by anything not by chains, not by the past, not by the world of men. Vosvak was free. And the world would be reduced to ashes in his rage.

My mind calmed reason and logic won over rage. “Enough,” I yelled across the bloody battlefield. All eyes were on me as my voice resonated with each of them. “Take a knee and pledge yourself again to Father and Mother, and I will spare you. If you continue with this rebellion, I will end you.” I searched for Michael and spotted him across the battlefield. I locked my eyes with his. He was covered in the blood of his brothers and sisters. He nodded at me and urged me to continue. At least 300 fallen from our swords and with at least another few hundred still standing. The savagery of what we did to these fallen would burn into our very souls. Their broken and bloody bodies laying there torn a

Frey tapped her hands lightly. "People often thought that having wings is a symbolism of freedom because you often see birds roam the sky, or butterflies dancing in front of you, but freedom is not just that. Sometimes, freedom is walking away from what shackles you. And not all that entraps you could be seen, others hid in the deepest and darkest depths of our minds and hearts." Frey reached one of her hands towards Morrigan's chest. Feeling Morrigan's stable heartbeat, Frey smiled. "For example, let time heal this and you will realize you are free from the shackles of your past. Setting yourself free from pain, you are not forgetting it, you will only move forward and use that shackles to

Strains of hair from her ponytail began to dance freely on her face due to the night breeze. That night turned out better than she thought it would be._that feeling of restrictions and holding back was being blown away with the winds as new thought of freedom was spouting within the depth of her soul. Aria might be as drunk as a duck that night but she was free of worries as she began to drift slowly and quietly into a silent slumber.

For some reason I felt completely comfortable with June even though I had spent more time with Jenny. “Alright well maybe I can put your mind to ease. There are a few people in this world that realized a long time ago that the justice system could not help everyone. Too often the people that need help the most are the ones left to their own wits. Jenny and I grew up watching our mother getting hurt a lot. No one helped her, and eventually he killed her. We knew then that we would find a way to help others in her situation, so Clipped Wings was born.” June patiently explained to me.