Wings Of Freedom Novels & Stories

Ze flapped a few times to help gain speed, then pulled hir wings close to hir body. Hir sleek body became like a bullet in the sky as ze dive bombed Freya. The air whistled all around as ze sped towards her with unimaginable speed. And in the last few meters before intercepting her, ze opened up hir wings, and drew hir sharp talons forward. Ze fully expected to rake her back, but to hir chagrin, Freya gracefully rolled out of the way, quite literally. The only thing hir talons touched were the tips of Freya’s wing feathers as she playfully croaked a taunt.

Soaring beside the terrifying dragon was a winged figure of such staggering majesty and grandeur that would make one’s soul tremble in awe. This was no mere beast or entity - this was an elemental force of nature imbued with a searing, blazing radiance that eclipsed the fiercest wildfires. The figure's wings were an impossible, burning crimson that seemed to blaze with an internal luminescence as if forged from the heart of a supernova itself. Each immense wing spanned farther than eyes could track, their leading edges glowing hot like the birth of a newborn star. They beat in slow, inexorable downstrokes that stirred the very air into frenzied cyclones.

A year later, the wind along the southern territory's coast was still as strong as ever. Only now, I was no longer living in a rented cabin. I owned a diving and gliding club by the cliffs. I named it White Moon Drift. The sign showed a white wolf leaping off the moon's surface with a trail of blue wind behind it. I liked it because drifting off course wasn't a mistake. Some people spent their whole lives flying routes others drew for them and never once saw what they truly wanted.

When I saw the familiar background, my heart skipped a beat, and I left in a hurry. Flora and I had a secret base on the second floor of the East Building, a private storeroom filled with my memories. When I arrived, the place was a wreck. The model I had used to win a competition was smashed on the floor, and its pieces were scattered on the floor. My collection of game cartridges had been dumped out and tossed everywhere. My diary even had marks from someone trying to force it open. If it wasn't locked, I'd have no more secrets left by now.

I dropped lower and found myself over the ruins, my heart stopping cold in my chest as I caught sight of Amara falling over the cliffside. Erebos swiftly dove towards her, managing to catch her on our back mere yards from the river below. A few stone pieces struck our body and one of our wings, but we brushed it off, more concerned about the trembling woman on us. We had turned to look at her after hearing my name, smiling inside as we took her in.

Her wings fell back into her body, screaming. Covering my mouth, a sob wrecked through me. I had forgotten she would feel the pain, too. Too worried about watching Mortus breathe his last breaths. The warrior, his eyes solemn with pity, gently gathered her in his arms, picked her up. Her head leaned into his chest, gripping his uniform. “Leave me,” she cried again. Wings sprung forth from his body, shaking his head. His wings hummed in the pattern of a hummingbird and took flight to the palace.

When the doctor walked out of the room and passed the glass windows on the hallway, only then was Jay able to see the red wings attached to the doctor's back that didn't show up physically. A celestial being with a pair of red wings. As far as Jay could remember, only two types of wings colors he had ever seen in the Kingdom. White wings symbolized an Angel in its purest form, while black wings symbolize an Angel fallen from their grace. Jay had never seen any celestial beings with red wings before. More importantly, why a celestial being showed interest in a mortal man? Jay let the time flow once again. He looked outside the window, thinking about the doctor and why he was interested in Lia

I lifted up my hands to try something out until Cassius cut my actions off. “It’s…” Cassius started, but Elijah finished his remarks. “Destroyed…” I felt a cool breeze behind me and whipped around to find a smirking Rhyland and Queen Fara. “Told you I’d be right... behind... you.” His words stumbled over each other as his eyes took in the new land in front of us. The beautiful flags they had spoken about dangled loosely from the flagpoles with rips and tears covering them. Buildings were broken down and looked abandoned with green moss covering them like a blanket of art.

“I said get your hands off my mom!” The basket flew to the side, and wings, the same as those of the Grand Marquis, but with white plumage, fluttered behind the boy. The child rose above the ground, covered the distance, bravely jumping on the offender, grabbing Andras by the wings and pulling him away.

I had his arm pinned to his back while my wings beat at the air in big swings causing feathers and dust to cascade around us. He may be fast, but I was stronger, with wings. I pushed off of him, jumping as my wings beat downwards propelling me upward, and I perched on the railing that ran along the edge of the first floor platform. There I waited while he straightened his cloths. I hurt the wolfs pride, but what must be done is now done.