Wings Of Transient Dreams Novels & Stories

I wonder what I'm going to see this time. “Wow,” I gasped as I instantly snatched the phone from his hand. I sat back in my seat to examine the picture more closely. On the screen, I could see myself, but my eyes were now pure and brilliant white. The usual white swirling circles that I'd got used to seeing when I felt like this, were now gone. I looked closer at the picture, and I could see the beautiful wings that had just embraced me. They were poking out above my shoulders and they came all the way down my back, the ends of them hanging off of the couch. They were bright white but slightly opaque in look, like frosted glass. They looked like they were made entirely of light. Damien sat d

As I gradually regain consciousness, the gentle caress of the wind brushes against my skin, offering a soothing embrace. Sheltered by a comforting presence, I discern the rhythmic beat of wings above, their steady cadence a reassuring melody in the stillness of the air. With hesitant movements, I blink my eyes open, seeking to acclimate to the gentle sway of flight.

he says flatly. “And I’m making one now,” I shoot back. “If you want to lead me one day, you need to stop acting like you’re the only one who knows what strength means.” His shoulders stiffen. “Noted.” He walks away and I let him. RHEA’S POV: That night, I dream... not of fire or death, not of pain or fever. But of her. She’s flying, not in this world, but another. Beyond the rift, where stars burn upside down and magic runs like rivers. Her wings stir galaxies. Her voice is a hum, deep and resonant.

I asked with a frown as I watched the very normal-looking man walk his empty cart to the cart kiosk. “It is yeah, but until you can access your wings and enter the smoke room with ease, you won’t be able to see things that exist on a separate plane.” Ezra said with a small shrug. “I can’t make them visible but I can feel my wings, they ache like crazy right now and they have ever since I felt the presence of the morphling.” I stated as I rolled my shoulders, trying to make them feel better. He looked over at me in surprise and then frowned as he looked me over with his head tilted to the side.

From his back came a pair of wings—long, black, feathered wings. Curiosity quickly got the best of her, and Jaida reached out to touch the soft looking structures on his back. The second her hand came in touch with a feather, one thing began glowing from around the boy's neck. She felt a tiny low twitch return from the feather she had touched, thus she pulled her hand away. She watched in awe as his wings began to fold and shrink. They were disappearing into his back, and once they were gone, she noticed that there was no proof that they'd ever existed. There weren't even two wing sized rips in his robes. It had been as if she had simply imagined the entire thing

"We'll figure out why you're having these dreams." She curled into a ball, closing her eyes and ushering back tears. I glanced over at my brother, who stood shirtless in my bedroom, and the worry on his face pricked my skin. He was worried, too. Why would my mate dream of lycans attacking and raping her? "One of them had wings," she whispered. Marcus halted in his tracks, his gaze met mine over his shoulder, and he let out a shaky breath. That was more than I could say for myself because I'd stopped breathing altogether.

Ife gazed at her collarbone in the mirror, bearing Alo and Farrells marks proudly on her skin. No one could ever question their bond again. Speaking of the two devils, they appeared behind her with her claiming marks showing on their collarbones. What a magnificent sight they were! It happened again, she had the dream again showing her collarbone marked on each side by two men that looked almost identical. Ife awoke startled by the dream and knew the next one was coming soon.

" They hopped in their car and peeled out, leaving me alone outside the venue. The wind bit into me. I tugged my coat closer and waved down a cab home. All my stuff had been thrown outside, dumped across the doorstep like garbage. The maid looked sorry as she said, "Mr. and Mrs. Swain told me you have to leave and never come back." I didn't charge in to yell at them. I just packed up quietly, then walked away with my things. That very night, I got on a plane out of town, heading to a hidden research base run by the National Space Agency. Just before I left, I texted everyone, "I, Wanda Swain, am officially done with the Swains for good and by choice."

He turned me around so that I had to look over my shoulder to see my back. "What?" At first, I didn't see anything, but then my eyes adjusted, and I was seeing with my vampire vision. And there they were, the transparent outline of a new pair of wings! "How is this possible?" They weren't feathery like my original pair, but more webbed, like that of a dragons. And then they were gone. "Where did they go?"