Buried In The Wind Novels & Stories

She smirked as she made her way to Amigo garden. "Lukeeee," Elena yelled, almost jumping at him. He looked surprised as he laughed, hugging her back. It was getting dark at Amigo and the only thing that illuminated the environment were the light bulbs coupled with the moon. The wind was chilly, the trees shedding leaves as they shivered. "You're weird." "Guess what?" She asked pulling away from the hug. "You finally passed maths?" He asked grinning. Elena kicked him. "No, idiot. I finally think my gift might be cool."

"Maya, you should head back first. It's windy here. We can take a walk together another day when there's time." With that, the two of them walked off side by side, their silhouettes looking surprisingly well-matched. As I watched them leave, I took out my phone and snapped a picture of them. A time capsule was buried under the tree in the eastern corner of the campus. I knelt down and dug it out with my bare hands. It was something Alpha Ethan and I had buried ten years ago, and we promised to open it together a decade later. He had said, "Ten years from now, you and I will surely have built a family and be running the pack together. We'll definitely be happy."

She finally put down my photo and cooked a full table of dishes I loved once. However, no one ate much. Dad, who never touched alcohol, drank bottle after bottle in silence. That night, Mom slid into the bathtub after filling it to the brim with water. Then she held my photo to her chest and sang a lullaby before closing her eyes. In the next room, Dad lay drunk on the bed, turned away from the bathroom door. He squeezed his eyes shut as a single tear rolled down his cheek and onto the sheets. The next morning, Dad buried her. He was calm and quiet, his back a little more hunched than the day before.

The night wind blew heavy, the trees swaying as if trying to hold on to their roots their last lifeline to the earth. Each gust roared like an angry spirit, and yet, they stood firm, gripping the soil as thunder cracked across the sky. "Wrecking Ball" played faintly in the background its echo carried by the wind through the thick forest as Riven's car sliced the darkness like a shadow on a mission. The music blended with the storm, a strange melody of heartbreak and violence.

: Stranded with the Stranger The wind howled like a wild animal outside the small wooden cabin. Snow came down so thick it felt like the whole mountain wanted to bury us alive. I stood by the tiny window, pressing my face close to the cold glass, trying to see anything beyond the white blur. Nothing. Just endless white and the angry roar of the storm.

Even the roots curled back. Even the wind hushed. But something else was rising. Something darker. And I knew its name. Because once—long ago—it had spoken through me. Not in words. Never in words. It used memory. Regret. Echoes of truths too heavy to voice. It always came crawling after fire. A whisper rode the wind— not a breath, not a voice: Ruin. She is awake. She is on fire. She does not kneel. --- Someone was following her.

Snow covered the whole world in cold white. I laughed, and tears fell with the laughter. But Joanna, I would not live to see three months from now. I was going to die in this winter.

Yet, Ivy merely shrugged him off, turned around, and ran straight into the flames! "Ivy!" Ivy was completely enveloped in flames as a loud explosion rang in the air. "Ivy!" Jason woke up, alarmed from his dreams, trying to catch his breath. Cold sweat drenched his forehead, chilled further by the wind blowing through the window. He struggled upright, reaching blindly for his phone when a frantic knock interrupted him. "Sir, something has happened to Mrs. Hough's grave!" No one would expect Felicity to suddenly go hysterical. Not only did she dig up Ivy's urn, but she was also trying to destroy it.

However, before she could hide it all the way, Lucy was already by the bed, grabbing for her arm. "Give me the phone!" Tania held on to the phone for dear life and would not let go. Lucy did not think Tania, who had been drugged, would be so strong. She pulled hard, lost her balance, and stumbled toward the big window. Tania could not let go in time and got pulled along, smashing into the glass. "Crash —" The loud sound of breaking glass filled the air, and Tania felt like she was floating as she fell backward.

That maybe something buried in the dark could still find the strength to rise. Their love was buried beneath sin—and still, it rose, unbreakable.