Cuốn Theo Chiều Gió Novels & Stories

The wind had no allegiance in Kael Azure’s territory. It swept through the narrow valleys like a messenger, carrying the scents of fear, fire, and blood. Kael stood on the ridge overlooking the pack village, shoulders straight, hands folded behind him. The air was heavy with tension, but he breathed it in as if it were ordinary. He had carried heavier burdens before—far heavier.

I placed my palm on the center rune and felt the connection spark, like an old lock clicking open, one I hadn’t known I’d been carrying. Then the wind changed. It wasn’t the usual breeze of evening. This wind had a direction. Purpose. It moved like it had fingers, slipping through the trees, brushing over the stones, curling around me inside the circle. It didn’t chill. It studied. I closed my eyes.

Killan's voice boomed, a battle cry that resonated through the very soul of camp Meridio. His command was swiftly followed by Kenru's fierce shout. "Charge!" Kenru streaked forward with incredible velocity, leaving our formation in his wake. The gust of wind generated by his swift movement was solid. "Curse of the wind!" he bellowed, and a cyclonic blast enveloped the battlefield. Leaves, branches, grass, and sand were swept up in a furious tempest, directed towards the encircling warriors. Kenru harnessed the power of the wind, creating a maelstrom that disrupted the enemy's formation. The crowd of opponents staggered under the force of the gale, some even lifted momentarily from the ground

But I did not, and now it is too late, because we are at the border. I let go of my mates’ hands, and we form a circle, so we have eyes on all directions. I close my eyes, raise my hands and summon the wind. I direct the wind into Constantine. Leaves rustle softly, and I increase the intensity until the wind howls around buildings, and smaller trees bend slightly.

The air in her lungs was running out. Leila was dragged and pulled by the master. A raving desperation teemed inside her. Her eyes felt hot, not from tears, but rage. All of the sudden, her mother’s flute stone was burning hot on her neck and she heard the sound of wind again, loud and clear. The wind was coming from the sky, miles above her. It traveled across the greenery of the Needle Woods and penetrated the pores of the rocky mountains. It was fast as lightning and strong as thunder. Then, it finally gushed into the abyssal cave and filled every tunnel.

“The barometric pressure falls rapidly! This is a thermal upswing that is equal to in a fall wind reversed!” I was breathing deeply. Ouroboros had taught me to read the wind. I knew what Silas meant. When the wind turned, he would push me down and that anyway brittle rope with an enormous load. I kicked off. The Ruck almost ripped the air out of the lungs. The gorge opened under me like the gracious sound of a hungry God. The gorgeous river deep down was just a narrow, white thread. The heat of the lubricated camp radiated to my hands off while I get over the abyss at speed

That was more than enough for me. I can still endure it all, so I will keep going no matter what. _ _ _ Must have been the wind Copyright © nostxlgicxx

Dressed only in a dress, Selena was so cold that she was shivering. The eerie cries of wild animals frightened her terribly, causing her to speed up. However, in a moment of carelessness, she accidentally stepped on a rock and twisted her ankle. Before she could get up, she spotted something approaching her from afar. Whatever it was had glowing green eyes. A beat later, she realized what it was—a pack of wolves! Selena's breathing sped up as she turned to run in a blind panic. Unexpectedly, she lost her footing and tumbled off a cliff.

At most, he could scroll through their old chats and feel sad for himself. Sean was not the type to wallow. Sitting on the plane, scrolling through old messages and crying quietly was far beneath someone like him. As a man used to winning, he refused to behave like a loser. Hence, throughout the twenty-three-hour flight to Sunland, Sean kept his eyes closed, resting. He was not a failure or a weakling. He was determined that once he arrived, he would win Eve back and restore their relationship to how it had been.

“I was actually just wondering what brand this scarf is. It’s incredibly scratchy against my neck.” He let out a bright, boisterous laugh. And right at that exact moment, the northern lights finally burst across the sky. A brilliant ribbon of emerald green light stretched flawlessly from one horizon all the way to the other, looking infinitely more breathtaking than any professional photograph I had ever seen in my life. Rain kept his head tilted upward, staring at the sky for a long time before he finally reached deep into his heavy parka pocket and pulled out a small ring box. It was made of elegant velvet, but because he had been clutching it so tightly in his palm, the surface was entire