Buried In The Wind Novels & Stories

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

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.

LIRA The wind howled through the dense forest, swirling snow around our boots as we stood at the edge of the darkened valley. Our breath curled into the cold night air, a plume of white vapor fading into the frosty emptiness. The world seemed alive with the biting chill, but beneath it, a heavy unease pressed down on us like a suffocating blanket. The night was silent, save for the harsh whispers of the wind and the occasional crunch of snow beneath our feet. Yet, I could feel something—something lurking just beyond the reach of the moonlight, watching us, waiting.

The wind died at dawn. No bird sang. No wolf dared to breathe too loud. The world looked carved from glass—too still, too fragile, as if one sound could shatter it entirely. We buried the dead in silence. Snow covered their bodies faster than we could lay them down, as if the land itself wanted to erase the memory of what had happened. Julian led the last prayer, his voice hoarse, while I stood apart from the others, watching the horizon bruise darker with every passing hour.

I died on my birthday, right as the candle melted into a pool of wax. I thought death would end everything, but it didn't. Somehow, I became an invisible and intangible wisp of a ghost drifting through the world. I always found myself uncontrollably drifting back to my ex-girlfriend, Audrey Hades. I watched her pull a failing company back from the brink of bankruptcy and build it all the way to a successful IPO. She transformed from a workplace novice to a rising star of the business world.

The world didn't end in a bang, but in the sound of grinding stone and the sudden, suffocating weight of wet earth. Elias Thorne clawed his way out of the rubble of the warehouse sub-basement, his lungs burning with dust and the residual sting of Vane’s harmonic frequency. His suit was a scorched rag, his skin a patchwork of healing burns, but his arms remained locked around Cat. She was limp, a terrifying weight of porcelain skin and silenced magic, held under the heavy narcotic of his Blood Sleep.

Yet, the sunflowers always wilted before long. Crushed by despair, the beggar eventually went mad. He murmured a single name repeatedly—Molly Reed.

"The wind—it's getting dangerous!" "I just know," Kael whispered as he watched the wind accelerate into a screaming vortex. He could hear her cries shift from sobs to a loud, agonizing scream that ripped through the air, echoing off the cliffs. The sound was visceral, filled with years of loneliness, hatred, and a grief so heavy that he felt it too.

This wasn’t like the movies, this was fucking reality and I might end up shooting myself in the face, or worse — end up mistakenly shooting Chris, if I tried using a gun in a situation like this, for the first time. The ground suddenly vibrated as a loud, ear-shattering sound went off, leaving my mouth hanging open and my heart jumping into my mouth in fright. My ears rang loudly for long seconds as I struggled to get a firm grip on my surroundings. The ground still rumbled and the air smelled of sulfur. Like I just stepped into hell. My mind grasped onto the tiny thread of thoughts that made sense now, wasn't that the bomb that Chris and I abandoned? What the fuck did I unknowingly get myse

The temperature dropped drastically, the wind that blew felt colder, piercing the skin's surface. The trees swaying in the wind dance a dance of death that is both beautiful and magical, their dance accompanied by the sound of dry leaves, and the leaves singing as the wind blows them. The hoarse singing was muffled, their singing was like a muffled screams. It was like someone who wanted to scream with his neck choking hard, someone who was in a transitional period between life and death. They sang and danced as if it was the end of the world. The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left