Books Like In The Name Of The Wind Novels & Stories

He asks, and I purse my lips, not sure if I should ask about the golden wolf to a stranger. “Do you have any books by Albert Windshion?” I ask, and he starts typing the name into his computer, then smiles. “Yes! Follow me.” He says and we all do. He leaves us with the books, and I look through them, then look at Issac. “Are there any here that we don’t have?” I ask him and he looks through them and shakes his head. “No, I’m pretty sure we have all of these.” He says.

She could feel the worms wriggling in her heart, the squirming of the worms made her stomach queasy. However, her attention was suddenly diverted as a gust of cold wind swept across her face, and blew her long hair. The gust of wind carried voices whispering in her ear, not the whispers of the surrounding leaves, but other whispers that she could understand. Leah looked left and right, it seemed that no one felt the gust of wind and whispers except for her. Even Mia and Grace who were standing so close to her didn't feel what she felt. The whisper called her name, she was sure. Not the sound of the wind, or the voices in her head, someone called her name

"Upon him I will visit famine and a fire, till all around him desolation rings. And all the demons in the outer dark look on amazed and recognise that vengeance is the business of a man." - Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind * * * * Ren Shibasaki panted, his left hand clutching his right shoulder. There were several cuts on his body, and his clothes were also stained red with his blood. Blood was slowly dripping off Elvigar, and Ren winced slightly, as he was fairly sure that he had probably dislocated, if not fractured his right arm.

Windsor aka one of the Crown Boys). This author also has more stories under his belt including Taming The Wild Alpha, The Wolf Prince, Lone Wolf, Bound to the Demon King, and many others. Feel free to check those out, you might end up finding something you like and enjoy! Have a grand day and stay safe! Yours, A. R.

“Yes sir!” the men replied. Once more, Zephyr laid his eyes on the books, his gaze rested on one of them. The book was covered in a layer of dust and was made of bamboo. It looked unique. “Thunderfoot?” Zephyr muttered as he opened the book, reading its contents. A wave of excitement washed over him. He excitedly flipped through the pages, carefully memorizing the technique’s intricate steps.

Unfortunately, it seemed she was alone in this strange weather event. She closed her eyes, unable to move or speak. Sinking down, she crouched at the base of the tree and endured it, the gift tucked against her stomach. Above her, the branches creaked and groaned under the force of what had to be hurricane force winds. Her hair whipped crazily around her face, the wind pulling at her clothes. Then, just as abruptly as the wind had begun, it stopped. Warm light touched her eyelids. She opened her eyes to the day. She stood, the gift tumbling to the ground as she stumbled back. "What the—"

His book was lying there, the pages fluttering in the breeze. He didn't need to write anymore. The story was told. Aradaa and Kaelor walked down the steps and toward the treeline. Their figures began to fade, merging with the light and the shadow of the trees. The Unified Network in the sky gave one last, golden pulse—a "Goodbye" that resonated through every leaf and every stone. The wind blew the pages of the "Book of the Two Kings" until it reached the very last leaf. The ink was dark, permanent, and simple.

Perhaps because he was already a Lieutenant Colonel at such a young age. Thus, every time Jonah appeared by the village entrance, he would be stopped and beaten up. After a few times, Jonah gave up and no longer dared to show himself. Even when he headed to the construction site, he would take a longer route, not passing through our village. The last time I heard of the Lloyd family was at the wedding of my marriage to Andy. They died in a blizzard without any money or food. They starved to death in the middle of the cold, harsh night. Just like what happened to me in my previous life.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Sean bought a plane ticket and flew straight to Alaska in the Sunland. The past few days without Eve had nearly driven him insane. He had searched everywhere for her, sending every available subordinate to scour the world, yet in the end, it was all for nothing. Eve had vanished as if she had been erased from the world entirely. Not only was there no trace of her, but everything in the Baker residence connected to her had also disappeared.

Maybe they'll finally accept me. Mae stared at me with admiration in her eyes and ruffled my hair. “Your imagination is wild.” she chuckled. “You made me read all those big books in the library. I read somewhere that the sun can grant you powers.” I quipped. Mae tipped her head back and laughed. “Oh, dear Eloise! Just what books have you been reading.” My brows knit in confusion at her amused expression. Mae always insisted on reading every book I saw. She says the most power was hidden in books, that you can discover anything if you read hard enough. When we weren't training, she made us spend all our time in the library.