Dada Terasa Ada Angin Novels & Stories

“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.

It seemed to shock even Lyda, who dropped the match and inched away from the center. As quickly as the fire had swarmed the heart, it dissipated, returning the site to the darkness illuminated only by the lantern. Adea wanted to say something, but another gust of wind suddenly picked up, much like the one that had swept in after they drank from the water of the spring. This time, however, the wind seemed to flow in from all around the two of them, enveloping them like some unseen force. Adea could feel the heavy sensation inside her. She felt it in her heart as it crept up into her mind, leaving her with a debilitating headache as the gusts faded away. Adea brought a hand to her forehead, gr

Renee I found myself feeling lighter the next day. Whether it was the sound of the waves or the warmth in the air that had done it, I felt better. The rhythmic crash of the waves filled my ears, steady and calming like a heartbeat that belonged to the sea itself. The salt air was sharp, but not unpleasant, and the breeze was just cool enough to make the warmth of the sun feel like a gentle embrace. I dug my toes into the fine sand, letting it sift between them as I sat on a small dune, far enough from the edge that the rolling tide couldn’t reach me.

*Daphne* The forest whispers secrets to me, the wind carrying the scent of moss and damp earth as I gather herbs for my potions. Sunlight filters through the towering trees, casting dappled shadows across the forest floor. I’m one with the woods, a part of the magic that thrums beneath the surface. Today, however, the air feels heavy, charged with an energy that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

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.

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.

"But none of you can imagine how hard it is for me right now, how guilty I feel and how desperate I am to help but I can't because I have zero ideas how." I was interjected by the sound of the wind, this time, the breeze grew stronger as the air was filled with a strange electric charge. A massive mass of clouds covered the sun while the winds hummed an eerie song as the air got hotter. "What the actual hell." Zane cursed under his breath. There was no answer as no one could tell what was happening. The wind blasted us angrily raising a pile of sand in the process, my skin and eyes stung at the impact.

~DAHLIA~ The wind sounds like a roar in my ears. We all are moving. Azraelyrs and I are up in the sky, while Vaeroth and his men are marching below us. The sky is wide open. Too wide. Too blue. Too endless. And I should be terrified of how high we are flying, but I feel something else that is burning inside me as it rushes through my veins. Something that is not fear. It’s adrenaline. I feel weightless and heavy all at once. My breath snags every now and then as I keep fighting down the nausea filling up my stomach. Thank goodness I listened to Keshani.

POV: ARAYA Dawn pools cold in the Vale of Hollow Winds, a pale film over black pines and frost-bitten grass. Breath ghosts from my lips. The air tastes like iron, pine sap, and the tension before a blade is drawn. Across the clearing, Dorian moves. Not trains. Moves—like the world is something he wears well.

We walked through the Dirt in a silence that wasn’t quite silence. The wind moved around us softly, like a breath on the back of the neck—gentle, deliberate, wrong. Fine particles of dust drifted down from the sky in lazy spirals, clinging to my eyebrows, the creases of my coat, the corners of my mouth. It settled with intention, as if it had a memory of me.