Blade Of Wind And Thunder Novels & Stories

It was made of elegant velvet, but because he had been clutching it so tightly in his palm, the surface was entirely damp with nervous sweat, leaving a visible thumbprint pressed into the fabric. “Sera.” His eyelashes were heavily frosted with winter condensation; every single time he blinked, tiny shards of ice would flake off and fall away. “I’m not exactly a smooth talker. I practiced a whole speech in my head, but standing out here in the snow, it completely froze out of my mind.” He flipped open the velvet box. Inside was a simple, classic ring. “Marry me.” The aurora borealis unfurled directly above his head, casting a vibrant green glow that cascaded over the snow, settled softly acro

"I command the wind to wake! I command the forest to breathe!" She slammed the tip of her sword into the frozen earth. For a heartbeat, everything went silent. Then, a massive gust of wind roared up from the valley floor. It wasn't a normal wind. It was a silver-tinted gale that picked up the chemical fog and the blue wolfsbane vapor, spinning it into a giant, swirling funnel. The wind acted like a giant broom, sweeping the poison away from the outcasts and throwing it back toward the mercenaries. The black helicopters wobbled in the air, their pilots struggling to keep them steady against the sudden storm.

The seven-year score between the Blade Maniac and the Sword Freak would soon be settled. As if the heavens were anticipating their battle and wanted to cheer them on, dark clouds continued to accumulate overhead. Lightning flashed inside these ominous clouds, and at times, golden rays of thunder would spark through the darkness, illuminating the sky. Waves of thunderclaps exploded like bombs as they continued to drum through the air. Wind began sweeping over the river as waves continued to surge. The forest on Taichi Island was even emitting creaking sounds due to the strong winds. As Carson watched the irregular changes in the weather, the ripples in his heart increased. “The wind is here,

Before I could even speak, a dull pain shot through my chest. The metallic, bloody taste surged up my throat, and the world twisted and spun before my eyes. I could feel it. My life was reaching its end. After Serena's words failed to calm him, Seth's fury grew even more. He raised his leg and kicked me square in the chest. Dark red blood seeped from the corner of my mouth, tinted a faint pink by the rain. I had no time to explain. I quickly wiped the rain from my face, struggled to my feet, and made my way toward my mother's grave.

Gavin unleashed everything he had, pushing his divine ability—Rending Wind Blades—to its limit. Countless blades crashed down on Lawrence in a relentless barrage. With Lawrence's stamina and spiritual energy nearly depleted, it looked like he had no way to withstand the attack. Glancing upward at Gavin, he tightened his grip on the Sovereign Silver Spear. Then, he swept it in a wide arc and shouted, "Break it!" A torrent of power burst out and met the descending wind blades head-on. Piercing explosions followed as the spear force filled the sky, breaking them apart one after another before driving straight into Gavin.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Curious looks are thrown at me but I don't care. Nothing of human nature applies to Battista Cattaneo, AKA Ash Thunder. If Grant is a human, then Ash is a god, a hurricane, his nature unpredictable, the totality of his being as beautiful as it is understated, perilous, and unrelenting. A brave man who never fears the fire, never fears death. I craved the wills of the tempest when I sought him out but I didn't know the extent of the storm I was getting myself into as at the time.

Dressed only in a dress, Selena was so cold that she was shivering. The eerie cries of wild animals frightened her terribly, causing her to speed up. However, in a moment of carelessness, she accidentally stepped on a rock and twisted her ankle. Before she could get up, she spotted something approaching her from afar. Whatever it was had glowing green eyes. A beat later, she realized what it was—a pack of wolves! Selena's breathing sped up as she turned to run in a blind panic. Unexpectedly, she lost her footing and tumbled off a cliff.

She cleaned the knife blade and set it on the table, then turned it so the edge pointed at the door, as if it were some type of protection ward. Outside, the wind rose and carried faint sounds from the valley, the cadence of training calls, a baby’s thin cry that wasn’t her business, but it pierced anyway. That one undid her a little. She closed her eyes and the sound ran through her like a narrow river, carving old wounds to life. “You stole it,” she told the wind. “All of it.” Snow weighted the roof and let go in a soft slide. She jumped so fast that the chair fell over backwards. The knife skated across the table and fell point-first into the floor, humming.