Cuốn Theo Chiều Gió Novels & Stories

Thinking about what had happened to the previous partner, Gabriel offered a silent moment of sympathy for this business partner who had presented Jason with the tickets to the Twilight Dance Company's performance. Gabriel took a deep breath, mentally preparing for Jason to throw a tantrum. Unexpectedly, not only did Jason pick up the ticket, but he even looked at it in detail. Although the ticket was quite huge, the design was extremely minimal. Other than the main information, there were no further distracting designs.

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.

I heard it slice through the wind and then pierce the wood of the wheel, just below my right armpit. Carter heaved a sigh of relief when Ayame stopped the wheel and saw his dagger was mere millimetres away from cutting my skin. Next, Ayame called for Miguel and spun the wheel again. There was no hesitation at all; the dagger slipped through the air like a hot knife in a block of butter and landed inches from my right cheek. The wheel stopped, but Miguel, confident in his aim, was already walking away with his blank face.

Maybe that was what stung the most. ‘You’re quiet,’ Maureen muttered, her tone softer now. ‘Be quiet too,’ I warned her. The wind picked up, carrying the scent of dust and forthcoming downpour. The clouds above had gathered, pressing down on the horizon like they were waiting for someone’s permission to break. A deep rumble rolled in the far-off hills, booming and ceaseless. The kind of sound that swallowed every other sound. I drew my vest tight, but the cold still crept beneath the fabric the deeper we went.

My heart jolted upon seeing her—it was no wonder Ray had an affair with her. "I'm not sure what to order. Could you recommend something to me?" I asked her. I watched as the girl skillfully made something and added ice to it. Then, she handed me the drink and said, "I hope you enjoy it." I found a seat by the window before cautiously sipping the coffee. It was too sweet—the saccharine flavor overwhelmed my taste buds.

She saw constellations rearranged, patterns no one else would notice unless they’d seen what she had, what lay beyond death, beyond thrones. “Tomorrow,” she said finally. “We leave.” “Toward the ridge?” “No,” she whispered. “Through it.” Kael didn’t argue. He just walked beside her as she turned away. , By morning, the wind had changed. It blew from the east now, and it smelled wrong, not decay, but age. Like books drowned in oil. Like old fire gone cold. The soldiers noticed it too. Tents rustled with unease. Wolves growled without cause. The sky had no clouds, but the light looked filtered, as if something unseen leaned between sun and soil.

He sucked hard on my bottom lip for a few more seconds before slowly slipping his tongue into my mouth. I felt all the fight leave my body at that particular moment, a slow breath whooshing out of my lungs through my nose. With a quiet ‘fuck it’ echoing around in my head, I moved my hand from his jaw and tangled my fingers into his hair. I watched as he blinked his eyes open in surprise— right before it fluttered when I suddenly pulled on his hair the moment the thought popped into my head.

"You know that's not what I meant," Alpha Ethan said. "But that's exactly how I understand it," I retorted. Looking at the he-wolf before me, I felt only an unbearable sense of unfamiliarity. I turned away and left without looking back. The wind along the way was biting. Shivering with cold, I walked until I reached the river at the border, a place where no one knew me. Only then did I dare to gasp heavily for air and brace myself against a tree trunk as I sank into a crouch.

“Yes sir!” the men replied. Once more, Zephyr laid his eyes on the books, his gaze rested on one of them. The book was covered in a layer of dust and was made of bamboo. It looked unique. “Thunderfoot?” Zephyr muttered as he opened the book, reading its contents. A wave of excitement washed over him. He excitedly flipped through the pages, carefully memorizing the technique’s intricate steps.

Java, 1586 The wind howled across the coast. The sun blazed from the peak of a sharp blue sky, while massive waves exploded against the black rocks lining Karang Bendan's shoreline. On a stretch of smooth sand, two men stood facing each other, separated by little more than eight feet.