Buried In The Wind Novels & Stories

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.

Age 15. The Ice Cave. The wind is a living thing here—a feral, snarling beast that gnaws at the edges of the world. It claws through layers of sealskin and caribou hide, needling my bones with a cold so sharp it feels like betrayal. My breath crystallizes before it leaves my lips, and the snow underfoot groans like a dying animal. The meat strapped to my chest is a furnace, its warmth leaching through my furs, a guilty secret pressed against my ribs. Rabbit. Fresh-killed. Stolen.

The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the city, as Andrianne drove through the winding roads towards the cemetery where her mother was buried. The wind was not too heavy, but it was enough to rustle the leaves on the trees and make the car shake a little. As she drove, she could see the tall buildings of the city in the distance, their windows reflecting the beautiful sunset. The air was cool and crisp, and Andrianne couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy wash over her as she thought about her mother. She could remember her mother's smile and the way she used to laugh, and it made her heart ache to know that she was gone.

She flashed back to the day they registered their marriage, when he had cornered her against the wall of the city hall with an arm, his voice clear. "Whitney, if you ever try to leave me, I'll keep you by my side forever." However, he had cast her out into the snowy wilderness. As the blizzard intensified, she pulled her coat close and started descending the mountain, only to be stopped by a muffled rumble from afar. The dial tone and the howling wind merged into one. It was an avalanche. She spun around to flee, but the snow swallowed her whole, and as she was buried, a sharp pain shot through her right leg.

came running back, slightly out of breath. Completely unaware of the situation, he reported loudly, almost proudly, "Mr. Smith! It's done! Just like you ordered, I dumped the old lady into the septic tank behind the hill. Fast and efficient!" Hearing that, the last thread of sanity in Nash's mind snapped. "What… what have I done…" He grabbed his head with both hands, collapsing like a wounded animal, crying out in despair. Watching him like that, I felt nothing. No sympathy. No pity.

The kind she could disappear in. Marco had come to the doorway without me noticing. “What is it?” I turned to him. “These things were gone before she left.” He frowned. “Are you sure?” I walked straight to the fireplace and crouched down. The ash had been cleared, but not perfectly. I sifted through what was left until my fingers closed on a half-burned piece of cream paper. I unfolded it. Even scorched, I knew my own handwriting. Nothing in this world will ever take me from you.

All I could do was whisper, "Mom, I'd still be your daughter if there's an afterlife." On the day Carly faced judgment, my spirit began to vanish. The court listed her crimes one by one—slaughtering her own family, ordering rogues to murder the pack's noble pureblood… The moment her guilt was declared, my spirit started fading for good. Then, a soft breeze enveloped me, like a voice calling gently, "Lina, it's time to come home." In an instant, the wind swept me away, drawing me toward the distant glow of light. I saw Mom, whose face I had found difficult to recall clearly. She wore a stunning green dress, and at her feet stood my dog, White Fang.

“I couldn’t care less what happens to the Lumb family anymore. As for you, Wendy? You made your bed. Now lie in it.” I walked around her and headed straight for the subway station. Behind me came Wendy’s wailing and the pointing and whispering of passersby. I heard later that Ruth ultimately did not make it. She breathed her last on her hospital bed. Wendy fled overnight with her child due to being involved in fraud and owing a large amount of loan shark debt. No one knew where she went. As for Miles, during a mudslide rescue operation in a remote mountain area, he was hit by a rolling boulder while trying to save a child. His leg was crushed.

The third night after the siege, the wind shifted. It wasn’t the usual howling breath of the storm, nor the bitter bite of war’s fury. This wind came quietly, rolling in from the north with a chill so ancient it seemed to suck warmth from the very air itself. It was a wind older than memory, older than the stones of Emberhold. It whispered of things forgotten, things better left undisturbed.

Meanwhile, the one from Zachary read, "The mall collapsed, so I'm sending Lucine to the hospital. You should head home first." He had overlooked her so completely that he didn't even realize she had been buried under the rubble, too.