Buried In The Wind Novels & Stories

I could tell that she wasn't insincere when she said, "I thought I could hold it in, Melanie. I thought he was just my FWB, and I would never catch feelings for him. "But when I saw you two standing up there like a couple… It felt like I was losing both of you at the same time. It's probably my jealousy talking." The rain was coming down heavier and faster now. Each splatter against my skin felt like icy needles while the wind's freezing bite dug into my flesh and settled between my bones. My body began to shiver, and I couldn't stop once I started. Zoe quickly took her coat off and draped it around my shoulders to shield me from the elements. I noticed the scent that was lingering around he

His gaze landed on the urn in my arms, and he knew—I was taking my mom to be laid to rest. He scrambled toward me, clutching at my pant leg. "Jess, please—let me come with you. I just want to see Mom one last time." I pried his fingers off and walked out the door without looking back. The burial site was just as the agent had promised—rolling green hills, fresh mountain air, a quiet peace that stretched for miles. My mom had always said the city was too loud, too busy. She used to tell me that when she was gone, she wanted to rest in the mountains, surrounded by beauty.

It howled through the woods, shook the branches, turned the air to smoke. And the earth answered. It vibrated beneath her, groaned deep like it had lungs, like it had been waiting. Then came the whispers. They didn’t come from above. They came from below. Beneath her hands, voices spilled from the soil like breath after drowning. One: “Daughter of ash.” Another: “Alpha by blood, cursed by moon.” Another: “You are the howl we buried for this day.” Then the wind came, hard and cold, and it moved the dirt for her.

I had been reborn, back to the day of the avalanche. In my previous life, the oxygen system in the sealed pod failed. Ryan, his childhood friend Eve Hurst, and I were trapped in the snow-capped mountains. Ryan suggested we save ourselves by digging out. But there were only two sets of thermal suits in the pod. As the top warrior of the Silver Moon pack, Ryan had to be the one to carve the escape route through layers of snow and rock. So, one of the two suits had to go to him. As for the other suit?

Because if I did— And he wasn’t real— “I saw you,” I said, my voice trembling despite everything. “I saw—” My throat tightened. “I buried you.” The words hung between us. He didn’t react the way I expected. No denial. No confusion. Just… Understanding. “I know,” he said quietly. My chest tightened. “You’re dead,” I whispered. The word felt wrong even as I said it. Because he didn’t look dead. Didn’t feel like absence. He felt like—

It felt like someone was clutching my heart when I returned to the cemetery again. Even though I was a soul, I felt suffocated with cold sweat pouring down my forehead. Even my soul form started to thin. Being buried alive was the most horrifying form of torture. The cemetery was a mess when my coffin was opened violently. There was excrement everywhere inside my coffin, and the walls were filled with scratch marks. Those marks were traces of my struggle to survive. Mona could only stand and stare at the coffin blankly due to the horrifying sight. What had she done? She could not believe what she was seeing. She had buried Sean alive for seven days! He had nothing to eat or drink, and could

Now she would have traded every diamond she wore for a pair of running shoes. Ahead, a narrow road cut through the darkness. Beyond it lay possibility. A passing truck. A bus. A stranger willing to help. She did not know exactly what came next if she reached it, but uncertainty seemed infinitely preferable to the future waiting for her if she failed. The wind carried distant voices across the sand. At first they sounded faint. Then came the unmistakable rhythm of horses. Meera's stomach tightened. They had found her. She pushed herself harder, ignoring the ache spreading through her legs. The desert floor shifted beneath her feet, making every step feel uncertain. Somewhere behind her, men s

I push it down - bury it deep. The wind howls through the trees like ghosts. The rolling thunder creeping closer and closer as the day begins to turn to night. I lie alone, bleeding. Some distant, long-forgotten part of me urges me to stay where I am. I think of Sarah - the fear in her eyes just before I slit her throat, the anguish. The betrayal. What would she think of me now? Here in this moment. That same part of me misses her. Longs to see her face just one more time. Hear her voice again as she berates me for the poor choices I've made.

The wind howled like a wild animal outside the bunker, rattling the metal doors and sending a low, eerie moan through the narrow corridors. I could feel the tension in the air with every gust, the oppressive weight of the storm pressing down on us like a vice. Dust storms were common in this part of the world, but this one was different. This one was massive, a roiling wall of destruction that had swept in from the horizon like something out of a nightmare.