Cuốn Theo Chiều Gió Novels & Stories

Lira (POV) The storm has a voice—not a scream or a howl, but a low, steady gnashing that grinds against the cabin walls like teeth on bone. Wind worms through every crack in the timber, hissing secrets I’m too tired to translate. Inside, the air is thick and sharp, soaked with the scent of pine sap, old ash, and sweat—the kind that comes from restraint, not exhaustion.

I curled against his chest, feeling his arms tighten around me. "Feeling any stronger?" I whispered, my smile laced with playful warmth as I lay against him. In answer, he extended his hand, fingers splaying outward as though gathering the very air around him. Slowly, he twirled his fingers, conjuring a delicate spiral of wind that danced and whirled, responding to the subtle command of his touch. The miniature vortex shimmered at his fingertips before he released it, sending it drifting gently out the window, where it vanished into the night.

I wanted it so bad. The pages started to move on their own, flipping like a breeze was blowing through. But the windows were shut tight. A cool wind picked up anyway, messing my brown hair and chilling my neck. I stepped back, my breath coming quick. From the pirate book, a swirl of gray smoke rose up, thick and salty-smelling.

She asked determinedly. “Pay close attention.” Nicholas instructed. “Just when it's an inch away from you, grasp it. Trust your instincts and trust the wind.” Kimberly nodded, her focus sharpened. The heavy wind came again, surging forward. This time it came from directly right in front of her. It was heavier, not heavy enough to blow her hair into a frenzy but she sensed its weight and menace drawing close. Just when it was close enough, inches away from her face, she swiftly grasped it mid-air.

The wind was fierce and unyielding, but they pressed on, knowing the importance of their mission. Standing on the edge of the cliff, Luna raised her arms, calling out to the spirits of the wind. She felt the air swirl around her, lifting her hair and filling her lungs with its invigorating presence. With a chant, she captured a portion of the wind's essence in a crystal vial, which glowed with a vibrant green light. --- The final element, fire, awaited them in the heart of a dormant volcano. This was the most dangerous part of their quest, but they faced it with unwavering courage.

] Samuel did not get to read the rest. He and the notes, full of Tania's secrets and dreams, went up in flames together.

Special Chapters 001 to 006 were oginally only available on the book version of this novel. Hope you love them! *** Rome had been glancing at her wristwatch repeatedly while seated on the garden set, watching her two daughters chase after their great-grandmother Althea Montemayor’s newly purchased puppy. It was a French bulldog. And while the kids tried to catch the little dog, their two-year-old Labrador Retriever, Dolly, was right behind them, happily joining the chase.

Intrigued, I gently pulled the book from its resting spot and dusted off its faded cover. As I opened the book, a faint scent of old parchment mingled with the musty air, creating an atmosphere that spoke of forgotten wisdom. The pages were yellowed and brittle, telling tales of countless hands that had turned them before mine. I began to read. “The Winds of Change,” it began, “are the invisible forces that shape our destinies. They whisper in our ears when we least expect it, urging us to question, to explore, and to forge our paths. When tradition meets resistance, the Winds of Change stir, seeking brave souls who will challenge the existing state of affairs.”

She could feel the worms wriggling in her heart, the squirming of the worms made her stomach queasy. However, her attention was suddenly diverted as a gust of cold wind swept across her face, and blew her long hair. The gust of wind carried voices whispering in her ear, not the whispers of the surrounding leaves, but other whispers that she could understand. Leah looked left and right, it seemed that no one felt the gust of wind and whispers except for her. Even Mia and Grace who were standing so close to her didn't feel what she felt. The whisper called her name, she was sure. Not the sound of the wind, or the voices in her head, someone called her name

I wouldn't be telling her anything until the dust was settled. She stormed out and was on the trending searches that very night with Leon again.