Dada Terasa Ada Angin Novels & Stories

A strong cold breeze brushed through the verdant trees leaving their branches to sway crazily. The wind blew with a hovering sound intensifying with every passing moment. Skyla didn't stop running no matter how worse the wind was hitting her body and making it difficult for her to breathe. She raised her head to look at the atmosphere. The weather was getting worse and Skyla's mind charged with positive energy was slowly getting drained. Tears rolled down her cheeks from the very thought of not being able to reach the school on time.

Dax POV My lungs are on fire. Each intake of breath seems to make me even more tired, and each exhale is inevitable. On and on and on. Cycle repeat. I can see the sun as it streams through the gaps in the branches, like a liquid fountain traveling through sieve. The leaves above my head lighten in the sunlight, turning a nearly transparent green. This high up, the wind is the unchallenged presence. It skims over the top of the trees, dancing between them as nimbly as a stalk would dance in a stream. It rustles my hair, tickles my face. The wind has always fascinated me because of my love for travel and exploring. The wind makes it everywhere. There is no place it hasn't visited, no land it h

“Is he going to be alright? When I breezed this place, I can’t find you. It was only when Darrion breezed back that I noticed.” “Breeze?” Jai asked. “It’s among the term for reading the wind with our Windtalker ability. It’s a windlet thing.” Arata explained. Jai turned to look at his friend. Darrion was currently sitting on the two stairs below the back door of the parlor, being strangely calm. His gaze was facing downward, to the ground, but his focus seemed somewhere else. Since the blonde also wanted to speak about something important, Jai let him be to craft the words and instead, tend to Arata. Also, he was blinking every now and then, which made Jai grateful because that means he is n

" Chad seethes. Suddenly, the ambiance turns cold, and an eerie wind howls through the window. "They're here," I whisper unemotionally.

She wondered if Jaina was feeling that too. "Now think of what makes you angry," Jaina said. This time, her voice was really close to Adriana's ear. That, in itself, annoyed Adriana. The wind seemed to pick up on her heart which had also begun to race, and it flew around her more violently. Even though she couldn't see, Adriana felt it, and she heard the trees resisting the tug of the current. The branches creaked, and the wind roared as it sped through them, sending leaves flying in all directions.

“You’ve been working on this.” Alice took a deep breath, remembering the feel of the wind as it swirled around her. “I am air. I am freedom,” she whispered, reaching out to the gentle breeze. She could feel the cool air caressing her skin, a reminder of the element she was trying to harness. As she concentrated, the wind picked up slightly, swirling around her fingers. “Come on, I can do this,” she encouraged herself. “I just need to keep calm.” But as she focused, the wind grew stronger, whipping through her hair and tossing leaves into the air. “Whoa! Too much!” she exclaimed, trying to rein it back in.

Her eyes played back the moment over and over again. Suddenly, a great gust of wind rose up from within the chasm. Adea shivered in the cold air, trembling in fear as the strange disturbance was followed by a low growling that rumbled from below. The hairs on the back of Adea’s neck stood up as the growling quickly escalated to a roar like a hurricane.

For once she is completely silent. Her mouth parts slightly as she takes in the view stretching far beyond the Academy. “Wow,” she whispers. The wind pushes against us again, stronger this time. I close my eyes for a moment and let it hit my face. The wind. Strong. Wild. Challenging. It rushes past my ears and tugs at my hair, pulling loose strands across my cheeks. My jacket flutters behind me like it is trying to take flight. I spread my arms slightly, just to feel it more.

“I’m not in the mood—” The wind shifts, whooshing past him and his friends, carrying a scent I’ll recognize anywhere, even when I’m old and gray. Jasmine with fresh berries dance on the breeze, tingling my nostrils. My nose lifts to inhale every drop, hoping to consume it all before it’s gone.

The second morning, Amanda wakes up early. She steps onto the balcony, gazing at the coastline stretched out before her. It’s January, but Tenerife feels nothing like winter. The air is cool but not cold, crisp with the scent of wild grass and blooming flowers. Amanda takes a deep breath, letting the freshness fill her lungs. She feels alive.