Cuốn Theo Chiều Gió Novels & Stories

The cold gust of wind was still traveling, each sheet of the blizzard moving together with intent, with sentience. It was not until it reached the narrow mouth of a cave that the cold gust began circling at the entrance like a whirlwind before dissipating and what was left travelled like a wisp of smoke into the cave.

And he felt, maybe his previous love will forgive him if it is Sanvika. So he opened the book and looked at the flower. The wind brushed through making it look like the flower will blow off any moment. He took a minute and held the book up the wind. A strong wind blew the flower off. They watched as the wind carried it to the edge of the water. A wave washed it into the sea… A silent moment.

Warm air filled the car, making it cozy inside. When we reached the tomb, I prepared to get out as soon as the car stopped. However, the moment I opened the door, Seth grabbed me by the collar and yanked me back. Throughout the entire journey, my pale cheeks were flushed red by the warm wind. Seth's brows furrowed, and his eyes burned with anger when he saw that. "Who told you to come with Serena's fiancé? "I thought those five years in the countryside would make you obedient and well-behaved, but you're still so shameless!

I'd never imagined that I could meet such an incredible woman in this lifetime. That night, Delilah started unwrapping our gifts. When she got to Amara's, she found not only a check inside but also a note. It read, "Ry, I'll wait for you forever." After reading it, I tore both the note and the check and tossed them into the trash. Delilah asked why I threw it away. It was still someone's well-wishes, after all. But I just said, "Delilah, you're the only one in my heart right now. If there are weeds around, they need to be completely pulled out."

My dad even told Vincent that he had to bring me back, or he would beat Vincent to death. However, none of that had anything to do with me anymore. Standing up, I looked out the window at the vast white field of snow. I couldn't care less how they were doing now. I only cared that it was snowing. I could invite Madison to go skiing with me. Why waste time mourning the past when I was heading toward a beautiful future?

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.

Elena's point of view. "Alpha, Luna, come in, come in." Rose’s voice is warm, her outstretched hand beckoning us into the safety of her home. The wind outside howls like a wounded beast, whipping through the pack lands, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and brittle leaves. The trees groan as their branches are bent and stripped, surrendering to the season’s merciless grip. The forest, once a golden canopy, is fading into skeletal silhouettes against an iron-gray sky.

🖤The wind changes before dawn. It carries the scent of iron, dust, and broken vows — the kind that still bleed long after they’re sworn. The ground trembles beneath the weight of marching paws and armored feet; the air hums with breath and dread. Across the plain, heat ripples over the fields. Banners flash gold and crimson in the sun, wolves in half-form moving like a living tide. The horizon blurs with smoke and movement — a line of men and beasts and choices waiting to collide.

I sighed, kneeling to pick it up but before I could, without warning wind stirred blowing my hair in my face. It sent a chill down my spine and that's when I realized my windows wwte closed. The gust of wind came from the book, it flipped it open with a flutter landing on a page. The page glowed faintly, as if the ink itself had been written with light. There was a handprint burned into the page charred at the edges, and just about the size of mine. Beneath it, one word shimmered. Summon. There was something else at the end but it wasn’t a language I knew, but something about it tugged at the back of my mind. Like I should know it. Like it was buried somewhere in my mind.

“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.