Cuốn Theo Chiều Gió Novels & Stories

CHAPTER X The Element of Wind Two more elements were left roaming around the land, the element of wind, and the element that gives you ability to go to places without moving, when you desire. The element of wind went a long way, but it didn’t leave the country. It went somewhere peaceful and loud at the same time. It went to the Big Easy. New Orleans, Louisiana.

’ The other side of my subconscious screamed in protest, making my first step falter and I had to grab Owen’s arm to steady myself. I took the first step again with a steady breath in and out. My fingers tightened around Owen’s, knowing I could not be doing this right now if it wasn’t for the strength of his body as my lifeline, my tether to pull me to safety. Just before I took another step, I took a deep breath as a cool breeze washed over my face, rustling the limbs in the woods with eerie creaks and groans. I looked up into the night sky, glancing at the moon as a last source of guidance. It was gibbous from the size and amount of light it was producing but I hadn’t the first clue as to

Not long after arriving at the airport, Ethan spotted Olivia. She dragged a suitcase with the child in her arms, rushing toward the check‑in counter with panic written across her face. “Olivia.” Her body stiffened. When she turned and saw Ethan, panic flashed across her face, though she forced out a shaky smile. “Ethan? Why are you here? I only brought the child out to relax. I thought you were busy working.” “Relax?” Ethan walked toward her step by step. “Charles disappears, and suddenly you are trying to run away?”

Prudence was better counsel to follow. Abruptly, as it often did in the mountains, the wind shifted and with it came the smell of carrion and death suspended in the cold air. The odor washed over him refusing to cease. An ill-omened wind, he thought. Looking down from the gates in the direction from which the wind had come, he saw a coach approaching.

The wind had died completely, leaving behind an eerie, suffocating pressure that made every breath feel heavy. "The frequency is getting louder," Soren murmured, his voice a low, smooth cadence as they began their rapid ascent up the rocky crags toward the highest vantage point overlooking the eastern sea cliffs. He pulled a silver hunting horn from his belt, its surface carved with the ancient runes of the Tuatha Dé Danann.

' He asks calmly. Hmm, a different reaction, was I wrong perhaps, maybe I should dig deeper about this Lune guy. "Oh, isn't that your name. Am I wrong." At that moment, I could feel a gently breeze blow through my skin, I could tell this wind was his doing, considering the circumstances, my hair is swept by the wind, and moving according to the direction of the wind blowing, did what I say, have that much impact on him.

I didn't reply to the message from my girlfriend, Sienna Fletcher. My eyes were locked on the photo. I knew that car-interior decoration all too well. It was the gift I had given Sienna after her promotion. In the passenger-side glove compartment hung the lucky charm I had personally gotten for her. I tapped the unfamiliar account's profile and opened its playlist. The pinned playlist was titled "Belated Love". The description read, "You're the joy I waited for and the only one I'll ever need for the rest of my life."

CHAPTER 150: SLEEPLESS IN THE VEIL LUCIEN'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: "WHEN THE PARTY'S OVER" by Billie Eilish ~~~ The wind in the Veil carries voices that don’t belong to the living. I walk slowly, my boots sinking into dew-drenched moss that glows faintly beneath each step. Every breath of mist is a memory I’d rather not revisit. The sky here is slate grey, full of bruises. My thoughts are loud, louder than the silence all around me.

Only Robin, Kaze, and Hannah remained unfazed by the attack. “Amid the sweeping wind, the flute’s song echoes in the night. The desert sun descends for the crescent moon above. “To the sound of camel bells, I long for my home. I hold onto my sword, leaving letters where I lay my head.” The wind danced along the melody of General’s Order played by the harp, dropping the temperature down on the ninth floor. Robin’s clothes and hair fluttered against the wind, his face unreadable through it all. His eyes remained cold and distant.

Magnus held his broadsword, its blade etched with ancient runes meant to ward off dark magic. The wind picked up suddenly, howling through the trees like a ghostly wail. It tore through the forest with such force that the three of them had to brace themselves, the gust nearly knocking them off their feet. Leaves and debris swirled around them, creating a cyclone of movement that obscured their vision. The howling grew louder, almost deafening, until it felt like the forest itself was screaming in warning.