Buried In The Wind Novels & Stories

Large, heavy drops pelted my body, cold and unrelenting. The rain blurred my vision, and I stepped on a loose stone, falling hard to the ground. The downpour drenched my hair and clothes, as though it was trying to swallow me whole. I could not breathe. I wondered if I died like this, would Mother cry when I met her in the afterlife? Still, I had no strength left. Every attempt to rise grew smaller and weaker. After I closed my eyes, a car behind me suddenly screeched to a halt.

And Four was still _out there_. In the _wind_. In our _heads_. ---

In my previous life, my Alpha mate buried me and my daughter alive as sacrifices to resurrect his first love. After being reborn, I personally took everything from him and sent him to hell! … Serafina Pike heard my words and grabbed Ethan Horn's arm while sobbing. "Ethan, since the Luna refuses, let's not force her. It's not her responsibility, after all."

After I was reborn, I burned every photo I had with Natalie Landers and tore up the three years' worth of love letters Kristen Rhodes had written me. In my last life, I'd been nothing but a joke caught between those two women. Natalie swore she loved me, but the moment I gave up my study-abroad spot for her, she left the country with Freddy Palmer. Before she left, she wrote me a letter, saying, "He needs me more than you do." I spent three months falling apart. Kristen brought me dinner every night and told me, "I've waited eight years for you." Once we were together, she came home on time every evening and never so much as looked at another man. I thought I'd finally bet on the right

I quietly wiped my tears away and jumped off the cliff without any hesitation. "No!" Timothy woke up with a start, and his pajamas were drenched in sweat. Zoe was sitting by his bed, the rims of her eyes red while she shed tears in silence. "Timothy, is Melanie really dead?" Timothy's heart was now pounding with frustration. He got up and lit up a cigarette as he stood by the window. Alas, not even smoking a whole pack could ease the frustration he was feeling. Zoe's sobbing was nearly driving him insane.

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.

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

(Florian's POV) The wind whispered through the ancient trees of Moonhaven Cemetery, carrying the scent of earth and stone. Zack walked beside me, consulting a small map on his phone as we navigated the winding paths between headstones. "Plot 37," he muttered, frowning slightly. "But that's strange... according to this, they're not buried together." He looked up at me, confusion evident in his eyes. "Why aren't they buried together?" I didn't respond, my thoughts too heavy with the weight of what we might discover. In my hands, I carried two bouquets of white lilies—traditional flowers of mourning among our kind. The petals trembled slightly in the breeze, as if sharing my unease.