Buried In The Wind Novels & Stories

At that moment, though, he was exhausted. The contents in the thumb drive made him realize that everything felt like it was crushing down. His beautiful childhood sweetheart, Josie Law, was not the person she seemed to be. His wife, whom he thought would wait for him forever, had left him just like that. She even left him things that were enough to destroy him once and for all. There was one last file he had yet to open. Inside were just four words. [Don't look for me.] Xander knew what she meant. If he went looking for her, she would expose those lethal materials to the world.

The wind howled through the barren landscape, It’s cold fingers biting at my skin as we pressed forward. Each step felt heavier than the last, as though the very earth beneath us was trying to pull us back, away from the tomb that awaited in the distance. I glanced at Draven beside me—his face was set in a grim expression, his eyes never leaving the jagged mountains ahead.

"Faking your own death is one thing, but you could've at least left your sister's body behind. At least then Jon Cole would've given up." "He's practically gone insane searching for her everywhere. It's honestly pitiful to watch." Candice lounged lazily against the sofa, her expression unreadable. "I was afraid Austin Ryles would be too upset, so I had my sister's body cremated right away. If Jon wants to keep searching, let him." "After what his family did to force me into submission back then, this is the least they deserve. Think of it as payback." Bitterness flashed through her eyes.

Robert P.O.V Three Years Later A cold wind swept through the empty cemetery, ruffling my hair as I knelt down, placing two bouquets on the weathered tombstones before me. The scent of fresh lilies and roses mixed with the crisp autumn air, a stark contrast to the lingering memories buried beneath the soil.

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.

Dean held his phone, frozen in place as the dial tone buzzed, sounding almost like the abrupt halt of his own heartbeat. A wave of crushing disappointment and panic swept through him. Autumn in Lindt was bleak with grey skies, endless rain, and the kind of chill that seeped into one’s bones. It mirrored exactly how Jake felt at that moment. For months, he had been relentless, like a tireless dog, throwing every trick he could think of into the chase—pursuing, cornering, and never letting up.

It was the truth that lay buried beneath centuries of lies. As she made her way back to the camp, the wind whispered through the trees, tugging at her hair and the hem of her cloak. It was as if the forest itself was beckoning her forward, urging her to confront what had been hidden for so long. There were no more distractions. No more denials. The past would catch up with her, and she had to be ready for it.

Ryan I'm not gone. That's the thing nobody tells you about being buried alive inside your own skin... I'm not gone, I'm just far down, pressed under something vast and cold and patient, and every so often I get close enough to the surface to feel what my body's doing without any say in whether it stops.

Xavier*** The winds howl around us, their mournful cries carrying the cold scent of decay, mingling with the sharp tang of ozone in the air. The meadow that once felt like home trembles beneath the weight of something dark, something ancient returning. The earth cracks beneath our feet, the soil splitting as if it, too, can feel the shadows coming. The abyss is back. But this time, it feels different—more alive, more potent. The very land seems to shrink from it, as though the darkness is consuming everything in its path.

Sean got into the car accident on my birthday. I was celebrating it with Wesley and our parents. We were all enjoying our time together. A friend texted me about the accident, and I replied, [He deserves it.] Then, I turned off my phone. The past was behind me, and all my feelings for Sean did not matter anymore. Sean’s side: After Wendy broke up with me, I finally understood why she had been so cold before leaving. She had known that my legs were fine all along, but she never exposed me.