Wings Of Transient Dreams Novels & Stories

They whispered her name in haunting, fragmented tones, urging her deeper into the darkness. As she ventured further, the line between Elysium and Nyxterra began to blur in her mind. Her dreams were a chaotic battlefield of images, a jumble of memories from her life in Elysium interspersed with the strange, shadowy visions of Nyxterra. It was as if the two worlds were merging, creating a dissonance that left her feeling fragmented and disoriented. She would wake up in her apartment, only to find that her dreams had seeped into reality, leaving her questioning what was real and what was illusion.

The fall was far longer than I had imagined. The wind howled in my ears, and the moonlight on the cliff shattered into countless silvery-white specks before my eyes. I instinctively reached out to grab the vines growing on the surface of the cliffs, but my palms ended up being cut open by the sharp rocks, leaving a long trail of blood on the surface instead. A sharp, piercing pain shot through my abdomen at that moment. The faint life force within me trembled violently, as though pleading for help.

I close my eyes, jump backward, and fall off the side of our city in the sky, Caelum. The air drags me through an abyss of grey. I close my eyes, a tear ripped from my face by whipping wind. I can never go home again. Spreading my wings open with a snap, I let the wind catch me as I break free of the clouds. The vast, dark expanse of the desert below sprawls endlessly before me. It takes only minutes before my feet touch the sand, wind chilling my toes through my sandals. It really wasn’t that long a fall at all.

Raymond's head was tilted upward, gazing at the dark sky with its twinkling stars. Ravi gazed at Raymond's outstretched wings, which slowly flapped with soft feathers dancing in the biting morning breeze. The black feathers of Raymond's wings were as dark as the night sky, and something stirred in Ravi's chest as he watched those wings, as if he was living in a fantasy tale he had once read. Ravi was captivated when Raymond turned and descended from the window, his eyes widening as he locked eyes with Ravi.

Pa said that I was trying to be a whore just like Mother. I wandered upstairs to my room in the loft, silent as a pin, afraid to breathe too loudly, stopping at the bathroom on the second floor to wash my face and neck off. Crap, my face and neck red and swollen and bruising already. “Forget this shit, I’m gone.”

The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

This hunger that kept her constantly in my mind. But a crazed panic overcame me one day while I was out for a short flight. I had left my office feeling tense and annoyed that I couldn't go see Amara until my paperwork was finished, deciding to Shift and take Erebos out to stretch his wings. It’s a long but welcome process for a dragon to Shift, with our body melding into our dragon's heart while the rest manifests through a cloud of black smoke. My solid black and scale covered body had been enjoying the sky just aimlessly flying over the forest when a distant cracking sound caught my attention. I dropped lower and found myself over the ruins, my heart stopping cold in my chest as I caught

His chest pressed against my back, and for a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to relax. With no other choice, I drifted into an uneasy slumber. In the realm of dreams, a woman appeared before me. She was striking, her blue eyes sharp and piercing, her dark black hair cascading over her shoulders like liquid twilight. Midnight blue and silver wings shimmered behind her, their delicate edges glinting like starlight.

The screams in my dream sounded like they were coming from everywhere at once. “Monster!” “Freak!” “She’s cursed!” I ran, my feet slipping on dirt and blood as the voices followed me through the darkness. Every time I turned around I saw them—faces twisted with disgust, eyes filled with hatred. And behind them… Something worse. A shadow with wings. Black wings. My wings. “No,” I whispered, backing away. The shadow moved closer. Closer. Until the feathers brushed my shoulders—

Adrewine's body convulsed instead, a shudder so violent it seemed to tear the air itself. A low strangled, guttural cry wrenched from her throat as her spine arched backward. The ground beneath her feet cracked. The air rippled then split. Merenrys stumbled back, eyes wide, as the child’s small frame began to distort—stretching, twisting, reforming. Bones popped like snapping branches, her skin tore in delicate seams that wept smoke instead of blood. Her shoulders split open, and from the fissures unfurled wings that shimmered wetly, each membrane swirling with the iridescent sheen of oil on water. Smoke coiled from them, black and alive, tasting of sulfur and burnt myrrh.