Wings Of Transient Dreams Novels & Stories

By midnight, she couldn’t sleep. The golden glow beneath her skin flickered erratically when she closed her eyes. And when she finally drifted into uneasy rest— She dreamed of falling. Not the fall of Lucifer. Her own. The sky above her wasn’t heaven’s white. It was gold cracking apart. Her wings — those radiant extensions of her power — splintered midair. Feathers of fire turning to ash. Below her waited nothing. No earth. No ground. Just a vast consuming dark. And as she fell, she heard a voice whisper:

Her eyes darted again, down, then back up, struggling to understand what she was seeing, what she was feeling, what her body now knew in place of her mind. Her grip tightened again. A breath hitched in her throat. Then… “How… is this possible?” she finally managed, her voice breaking slightly at the edges, threaded with disbelief she couldn’t contain anymore. Her gaze lifted fully now, locking onto him… searching his face first, trying to understand him in this moment. “Lucien…” she whispered again, softer this time, almost fragile. But then… Her eyes shifted. Past his shoulder. And that was when she saw it… The wings. Not imagined, not a trick of light… absolutely real. Unfolding against th

Suriel – angel of healing, whose name means “God’s command.” “Come on, wake up, sleepyhead!” I heard my aunt’s voice as she snatched the headphones away from my head. I struggled to open my eyes. I looked at my wristwatch. It was one in the afternoon. I slept in again and I knew Meredith hated that. But sometimes, I couldn’t help it. It was hard for me to sleep at nights. In the dark, the nightmares got worse. I couldn’t sleep with the lights out now. But even with the lights on, I still found myself waking up in the middle of the night, screaming as the memories of the pain I had experienced during that night come back to me, making me retreat, and curl up in fear and misery.

Then there were the fangs and the biting— Yeah—how high school is it to have dirty dreams about a vampire? To hell with it, because in these dirty dreams, Gaia had the best sex she'd ever had. It had gotten so bad, that on nights she didn't dream of him, she'd lie in bed using all her might to conjure his spirit. When these dreams did happen, Gaia could not control them. She always woke the next morning, sometimes sore, in her bed, alone, and fully clothed in pajamas that she never remembered putting on.

“It comes from a Miraiqen.” “Sorry, a what?” “A dream,” Zavere clarifies. “It is induced by strong emotions like pain, anger, pleasure… etcetera. Sometimes, things that happen there… manifest in reality.” “So, you’re telling me I was being chased by a winged creature in reality?” Heidi scoffs, and Zavere’s expression darkens as his brows furrow. “A winged creature?” “Yep! The growls nearly fucking blasted my eardrums.”

“Yes, Dad. With the dreams last night, I am very sure he is a vampire, and I even had a vision but not like any of the visions I have had in the past, which rolled into the dream. If this is a new power, I am not sure I like it.” “Honey, maybe because you are half human some of it is like how our visions happened for us. I remember waking up in cold sweats, erotic dreams, and uncontrollable emotions.” Her mother popped back into the conversation. “Vampires don’t have dreams normally or have the sweating issues like that either. Your poor mother had to deal with those, and I believe this was a side affect of her being human.” “Oh, Honey! Those were so difficult and until I was able to jump yo

“Close your eyes and go back to your bed, Jennah...” She opened her eyes and then bolted upright. She was in her room. Turning, she glowered at the clock. It was only four in the morning. Her heart was still trembling out a loud beat from his touch. She touched her throat and could swear it felt as real as the mouth in her dreams had.

And there Right before our eyes Is a training ground full of creatures of every species, shape or size you could think of. Littered between them are… wow! … real life angels. I mean you hear stories but I could never picture it fully. They have these massive wings made of feathers or membrane. Some look like flowing water. Some like solid rock. Wings of all colours. No one pair look the same. Holly shot balls! They can retract and extend their wings! “You’ve stopped. What’s happened?” Roy’s voice sounds in my ear. “It’s all here.” Milo whispers back. “The east is probably the best attack point.”

"The Oneiric is not a witch. Nor a mage. The Oneiric is a glitch in the cycle of souls. A mortal spirit that crossed the Veil of Death but was rejected, returning to the living world misaligned." Emily touched her chest. Misaligned. That’s why she felt like static. That’s why she felt like she didn't fit in her own skin. "Because they exist in two states—waking and dreaming—they are living bridges. They do not cast magic; they ARE the door." She turned the page. Symptoms of Awakening: 1. Hallucinations (Dream Bleed). 2. Projection of emotional states (Imprinting). 3. Precognition manifesting as anxiety. 4. Unconscious binding of others into the Dream State.

I froze. They were worse than anyone could imagine. Not just wolves with wings. They looked like wolves that had been stitched wrong, leaner bodies, longer limbs, claws hooked like talons. Their wings weren’t feathered. They were thin, membranous, stretched from bone like bat wings, beating with a force that sounded like sails snapping in storm wind. Their mouths opened and their teeth looked like glass shards. They screamed again and dove.