Dada Terasa Ada Angin Novels & Stories

We felt the wind getting stronger. "Lacrimosa dies illa Qua resurget ex favilla Judicandus homo reus Huic ergo parce, Deus, Pie Jesu Domine Judicandus homo reus Huic ergo parce, Deus, Pie Jesu Domine" We could feel the wind blowing, but it was unlike any wind we'd ever felt before. There's something in the air that I can't put my finger on. All I know is that I am feeling a warm sensation. It has a soothing effect. My body... The air is trembling. I close my eyes and feel the breeze on my face. I can feel the air piercing my spirit. It seemed like the wind was caressing me. When Akisha's song finished, our eyes widened as we realized that all of our wounds had healed entirely. But how exactl

That breeze carried many scents, and his nose flared as he tried to smell them. “W-What was t-that?” The Omega looked at Nadja with wide, curious eyes. “That was the wind blowing through your hair. Sometimes, the wind is soft and gentle, and other times, we get a larger breeze like that one. Sometimes, the wind can be so strong that it can knock old and weak trees down,” the Elder said, and Roman looked at him in shock. “Don't worry, that kind of wind only happens when it storms. I'll tell you about storms later. Right now, I want to show you the garden,” Nadja said as he pulled the Omega into his arms and teleported them from the field to a large garden.

“Let's drive through the night. Your hair deserves to dance with the wind, not hang heavy like this.” Her lips part, hesitation flickering. But then she nods, small and fragile. “I assure you it is the fastest way to breathe in good air.” And so, they drive. The city falls away behind them. The road unfurls ahead, dark and endless, the headlights carving a pale tunnel through the night. The roof is open, and the wind rushes in, cool and liberating. It tangles through Adrianna’s hair, lifting it, tossing it back in waves. For the first time tonight, her lungs expand fully, filling with air that doesn’t burn.

Like so many things in their relationship, it was left unfinished. A sudden wind sprang up from the west. It bent the trees in the fields next to the cottage, but it was neither hot nor cold. It ruffled the grass, rattled the hedges, and lifted Sally’s hair and skirt, but she couldn’t feel it on her skin, nor could she smell any of the scents that a wind such as this usually carried. It was almost entirely bodiless, you could see and experience its effects, but you couldn’t feel them.

There were blocks of dry ice around him, and cold wind was swirling from them, surrounding his body. "How does it feel, Jai?" Darrion asked. The blonde was sitting on a chair in front of the dark haired boy. He was stretching his hands, trying to control the wind. Jai gulped, "Stings. But cold. But stings." "I have no idea how that feels. Is it similar to frost bites?" Jai tilted his head to think, "Uhh... Maybe? No?" "I think it's different," another voice said behind Jai. It was the green haired boy and Darrion's windlet friend, Oki.

“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.

He said icily, "I'll never fall for Ivy. Not in this lifetime." His friends fell into ease with that, saying with a smile, "Alright, alright. She's probably coming around soon. We should go." Once everyone left, Jason slowly walked over to the bed to look at Ivy in her sleep. Her face was pale, her brows a little furrowed. She did not look like she was sleeping well. His finger subconsciously touched her on the face. The moment he touched her, he instantly pulled back as if his fingers were burned. He turned to head to the window. He lit a cigarette and took a huge puff, trying to use nicotine to calm his buzzing mind.

Then something shifted. A connection snapped into place, sudden and breathtaking. The wind was no longer just around me—it was within reach. Its passage rippled through the feathers of birds soaring overhead, whispered through the treetops, each leaf brushing against the next in a soft, tickling caress. Far above, where the sky grew thin and sharp with cold, the air held a biting chill that raised goosebumps along my arms.

Where did this power come from? Before I knew it, there was a sudden gust of wind. It felt like everything was whizzing past me. It made me a little dizzy. "Close your eyes, Luna. It's going to feel amazing," Angel said. I closed my eyes as she told me to. Yes! It did feel amazing. The wind whistled. I stretched out my arms as if I was flying in the air. The dizziness disappeared and I began to enjoy it. After a while Angel slowed down and the sound of the wind faded. After a minute or so we stopped. My feet touched the ground again.

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.