Wings Of Transient Dreams Novels & Stories

I would never be hurt, I would reason, dreaming of the impossible. And right now. As the wind whipped past my ears, my heart plunged to my stomach, pounding. Thud thud. Blurry images slept past me. It was dark, like a tunnel. I could barely make out things, and worst? I was slipping—falling to what perhaps could be my death. Once more, that childhood dream resurfaced. If only I had wings. But reality slapped me in the face. No wings sprang from my back. And I continued my descent.

The glow is red meaning it is yet to be fulfilled. "The start of the end is approaching But it will end a lie. It must remain a lie" A voice spoke to his head with a deep masculine voice. He heard these words before but it had abruptly stopped so he didn't get to hear the rest. "The wings must spread across the world One will appear and disappear for a moment. Another will appear and disappear for an eternity. One is destined to fall if the other must fly" Cai Kang was confused. Wings? "The wings beats differently yet parallel

I wanted to shut my eyes, but I couldn’t. I had not regained control over myself. I was high in the sky. My fear of falling to the ground made me pray for a safe landing. I didn’t know how it was possible for me to even fly. I had never noticed wings on my back before, but remembering what I saw in the memory orb of my father, I knew Faiths had translucent and delicate paper-like wings. They looked like those of a dragonfly. I must have had them as well.

Light exploded from my body, blinding white and pure gold mixing together in waves of power that made the air itself sing. Mom's hand found mine as wings of light spread from my shoulders, filling the tiny cell with their radiance. Time to fly. The wings weren't like anything I'd seen before. Not feathered like traditional angel wings. Not bat-like, like demon wings. These were pure energy, translucent and opalescent, shifting between gold and white with every pulse of power. “Impossible,” Azrael's voice came through the door again. “The dampening fields…” My power answered him, shattering every suppression device built into the walls. Pieces of tech rained down around us as the wings grew s

It was done. Julian’s winged maelstrom dispersed in all directions and was gone as quickly as it’d come. Pieces of spirit fabric still skittered, continuing to lose their luster and to darken. Fluttering up into the heavy branches where they clung like trembling leaves— Along with the large black moths already there.

They were werewolves that were killed when Liliana unleashed hell. "Stop, please!" I begged, my heart heavy with guilt and despair. But the voices grew louder, more agonizing, echoing through my mind like a never-ending nightmare. In my desperation, I felt my back flex as two white wings emerged from my back, a glimmer of hope in the bleakness. I gasped shocked, “M-my wings, finally!”

His mind was consumed by images of me and every memory of me that now felt cruelly ironic. At that very moment, I was sitting on a flight bound for Rusco, staring out at the cotton-like clouds that separated me from the world of lies I was leaving behind. On my phone, a transfer of ten million sat quietly in my account, and next to it was a photo of the divorce decree that had just taken effect. I took a deep breath, opened my contacts, found the name pinned at the top, and deleted it without hesitation. I said goodbye to Julius and to the version of me who once threw caution to the wind for love.

She didn't have to wait for very long though before it passed again; and this time, she caught a proper view. The first thing Megan saw was a pair of wings. They were long; so long in fact that they could easily be the length of a semi-truck. They were also slender, streamlined enough for presumably a smooth glide through the intense winds at the mountain top. Coming closer to the grounds, she saw that the wings sparkled in the sun like pieces of silver; several rainbow colours dancing off their edges whenever they caught the light properly.

He crawled after her like a hungry wolf on the prowl as she moved back onto the mess of sheets above them. Emma’s reactive body pushed him to the brink of madness, and her hair. Oh, her hair! Just as he’d fantasized so many times. When she hovered above him, it brushed against his stomach and chest, sending shockwaves and tremors rippling across his skin. As he climaxed, Michael groaned in ecstasy and wings sprouted from his shoulder blades; large, snowy white, iridescent wings that reached from his shoulders down to his feet.

Finally, he succumbs to reality. This is his life now, whether he likes it or not. Time to get to work before he's even further demoted-if that were possible. However, if he's learned anything in this life-it's that anything is possible. With one last deep breath, his long, plush wings extend from his back with one swift movement. They sprout out past his arms in a glorious, pure white not visible on the secular plane. With one gust, they make him airborne and with a few more, his feet land on the roof. The shades in the room below him are drawn, but a dim light emanates from behind them. A sigh escapes his lips as he closes his eyes and swings down from the roof. He takes a step into the ex