Dada Terasa Ada Angin Novels & Stories

"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.

The crowns of deciduous trees resembled fluffy green pompoms. The elemental flew smoothly, merging with its element, easily soaring on the air waves without experiencing any fatigue. The wind ruffled the blue-black mane, hit me hard on the chest and face, but now that the fear had passed, it seemed more warm, envelopingly pleasant, rather than cold and angry. After a while, I was surprised to realize that I was enjoying the flight.

I feel suffocated seeing him doing something that I needed to do too- yeah the project works sucks! Relaying my hands on the balcony reeling, I stood admiring the beauty of night. I don't know which song I was humming, but it felt good to have a song to hum while my skin felt the wetness that was present in chill wind waves. I saw the trees and leaves moving a little unstably as winds passed through it.

“Sorry, I need to—-” He cut me off. “Just a minute.” Pursing my lips, I took a step toward him sighing in defeat. Fine, for the sake of our dirty big secret. Because it’s an open space, the wind blew to and fro. My hair’s still on the loose so it’s like I was facing a bunch of hair blowers from front to back because the wind’s blowing my waist-length hair everywhere! Terrible. The wind wasn’t that strong earlier, eh?

*Maddy* Wind whispers over us. Little flakes of silver ice bite into my cheeks despite the fact that it’s summer. Nothing here feels right. The long dead grass sways in a vicious breeze, the air so chilled it stings. The sky is pitch black and moonless, like the night came and refused to ease its grip on the world. There’s magic in the air, and not the good kind.

Renna As I gaze at Lia, a sense of unease washes over me. A cool breeze sends shivers down my spine, and I can’t shake the feeling that Ethan could emerge from the nearby bushes at any moment. My heart pounds in my chest, and beads of perspiration form on my forehead. The gentle rustling of leaves accompanies her cautious step towards me, blending with the haunting melody of the wind. “You’re too late, Renna,” she whispers, her voice laced with a chilling certainty. The sound echoes off the dimly lit trees, shadows dance from the leaves, their eerie shapes mirroring the impending doom that hangs in the air.

It dances through Astrid's hair, playfully tugging at the strands, while Leo felt its gentle touch on his face like a familiar friend. With each stroke of their paddles, the breeze carried a serenade of soothing sounds—the rustling of palm leaves, the distant call of seagulls, and the soft lapping of waves against their kayaks. The scent of the saltwater mingled with the fragrance of sun-warmed seaweed, creating a sensory tapestry that enveloped them. As they sailed over the tranquil waters, the ocean breeze seemed to wash away their worries and fill their souls with a keen sense of peace. Astrid and Leo shared a silent moment, their hearts attuned to the rhythm of the sea, finding comfort i