Cuốn Theo Chiều Gió Novels & Stories

I hid my head behind Blade for fear of breaking it due to the force of the wind hitting my body. "Don't be afraid and let the wind brushes your skin and embrace you." My eyebrows furrowed because of what Blade said. "Sometimes, when no one is there for you, the wind will always be there to comfort you. So don't avoid it and hide." I could clearly hear what Blade said even when the breeze is strong. I slowly jerked my head away from behind him and opened my eyes. I saw a river on the side of the road, its water is so calm and reassuring to look at.

Todd had held that album, tears streaming down his face. I teased him for being sentimental, but he took my hand, sniffling. "Harper, I love you so much. We're going to be together forever. Promise me you'll never leave me, okay?" I had believed every word, never knowing love could erode under the weight of time. The album was never opened again. It ended up crammed inside the box with our graduation gowns, tossed carelessly into the dumpster. "Because..." I whispered, "I am allergic to peaches."

He looked at me with his hazel eyes. "Before we are flag notes, but a beam joined us together. I wonder what our melody sounds like," he said. He closed his eyes. "If you focus, the wind would show you your melody. Close your eyes Reign and focus." I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of the wind. Auggie held my hand, and we waited for the wind to come and whisper what our melody sounds like. Our melody sounds like a river, rushing in September, together with the howl of the evergreen.

“And I won’t trade the truth for fear.” The wind snaps hard, tearing the paper from my fingers before I can react. It spins once in the air. And starts to fall, straight toward the cliff’s edge.

Wind tested. Kael’s voice reached her again—soft, but unmistakably clear. “Do not chase it.” She froze. He continued, voice low but sharp, “Wind moves when it wishes. Follow it. Match it. Don’t command—guide.” Wind. Not a command, not control just… guide. She rose slowly to her feet, her knees trembling. “Okay…” she whispered. “Okay. Let’s try this your way.” Another gust slammed toward her. But this time—she didn’t fight it. She closed her eyes and leaned slightly into the breeze.

Moonfang Territory – Two Days After the Prisoner's Capture The wind arrived with no scent, no direction—only a warning. It rustled through the trees like a whisper through bone, too quiet to be a storm but too sharp to be ignored. Veyra stood in the doorway of her family's house, eyes fixed on the horizon where the woods clawed at the sky, shoulders tense beneath her cloak. The silence of the land was unnatural. Even the birds seemed to know that something had shifted.

Her sense of hearing began to sharpen, she closed her eyelids and concentrated on calculating the frequency of the wind blowing. It was a challenge for the wolves to win the fight with the blind wolf. For them, this fight was easy. However, without realising it, they were the ones who gave up their lives. The flow of wind to the right of Sicily was so strong and consistent in direction that the young woman focused on that direction even though other directions did not escape her observation. As they came closer, Sicily's right hand was raised to a ninety-degree angle with her palm upright. Her thin lips issued a gliding command.

The plane was up in the sky, among the clouds. After a short moment of turbulence, it flew steadily. I looked out at the clouds, feeling a wave of relief I had never felt before. Xander must have seen the contents on the thumb drive already, too. He was perhaps guessing how I found out about his secrets. His methods of climbing up the ladder and amassing wealth were so inconspicuous. Technically, someone like me, who had never once worked at the office, should not have been able to discover this.

Lost in contemplation, a sudden gust of wind whipped through the library, rustling the pages of the book I held in my hands. I looked up, puzzled, searching for the source of this unexplained force. The wind danced and twirled, a mischievous sprite teasing the edges of my curiosity.

Lance is secretly rooting for Knight and Beatrice's trying to hold her laughter. Knight laid his hand over the book and the radiating glow stopped. They waited patiently for what would happen. A weak and cold air was felt by Von but there's no open windows or doorways for the wind to enter. Soon the wind got stronger and began to violently surround Knight. "Do not remove your hand from the book!" Von shouted while struggling to fight the strong wind. Books began to fall from the bookshelves and bond papers scattered on the floor while the others followed the current of the wind.