Wings Of Transient Dreams Novels & Stories

She became so full of his love that she felt as though she might dissolve. She struggled, wanting to stay there in the delusions of warmth and love. Then, the plane jolted lightly. Ivy jerked awake, her heart still racing. Outside the window was a foreign sky, deep and endless blue. The captain's voice came over the speakers, telling everyone to prepare for landing. The warmth of the dream still sat in her chest, aching and tender. It had really been the best decade she had ever known. Ivy took a deep breath slowly, forcing herself to sever the last feeling of longing she had. She felt her gaze sharpen again.

After all that happened when I was 17, I refused to stay here and I moved to the couch in the parlour, leaving Tayo alone in it but it was different though, then he was blind and still is. I opened the wardrobe where I knew he kept his files and at the sight of recent paintings, I confirmed he still hadn't changed its location. I smiled at one of the drawings, it was a picture of a little child who had wings and the ability to fly and roll amongst the clouds. I had remembered that that was once a dream of ours when we were little, to have wings like the cartoon angels we saw. There was something unique on the shades of the sketch, and I discerned it to be a mark but when I looked more closel

“Ai!” “Raiden!” Hearing their screams of cries and desperation. The hourglass broke into pieces, sending them both farther away from each other, wherein their struggle and might do not do a single thing. Glass-like wings emerge from the back of them. With the prominent him that is pulled and now wrap by the immediate dark like tentacle hands. His wings formed into the intricate pattern of his own life, mana, identity, blood, origin, and memories. Shines into a mix of the shade of red and resembles the beauty of the sunset. She and the prominent her suck unto the void where her wings grow with its intricate mark and symbol of her life, man, blood, and memories. Resembling the starry night sky

The winged man moved through the storm, shielding them and protecting them from the madness that was happening on the ground. Then something roared and she turned toward the sound. She saw general Thornfield, Alpha Reginald Almond and another strong wolf she did not know. The general commanded an army of vicious wolves to attack the winged man. But before they could climb to where he was; Light exploded. And everything disappeared. Vivienne blinked, her breath uneven as she returned to the present. The dream was still vivid in her mind. She had a lot of questions. Young Oliver. The winged men, the pale ones, ware-wolves fighting each other. Nothing made sense. Why was the general attacking O

There was children's laughter, the sound of propellers winding down, and the soft rustling of petals falling to the ground. The recording was still playing, and Zachary's hands started shaking.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

“Are they… futuristic dreams?” “No,” he says, shaking his head. “The opposite, actually. It’s a long time ago. A really, really long time ago. The dreams feel like they belong to another person, but also to me, if you know what I mean. As if I’m another person. And there are birds, thousands of birds, and people with wings like birds. In this kingdom high above the clouds.” “Angels?” I say.

I heard myself say “Since you’re not going to be accepted by your people, you can be useful.” “It’s not that simple, they would try to kill me and as a dreamer I get the most painful death” “I thought dreamers are immortal” I said “With our powers we are but once they get drained, we are just like any other person on both planes” “I don’t think calling for help is working because I’ve been trying to call for help since but I don’t feel anything” I said with my voice shaking with fear “I really don’t want to spend my whole life here.”

A wave of strong wings, under which jets of cold wind obediently fall. The wind blows against, but does not interfere, does not interfere with the flight. The wings confidently cut through the cloudless, transparent sky, which seems inaccessibly high. Below, the forest rustles, rolls over in crimson waves, gnarled branches stretch upwards with a creak and rattle, as if they are trying to catch, stop ... Far ahead cold lifeless light shimmers with iridescent rays. It does not illuminate, does not give a part of itself to this world, its rays dig in and rip reality, tear it with sharp blades, crush it and draw it into itself... And they call, they call...

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.