Dust In The Wind Fanfic Novels & Stories

to me. A salty breeze drifted in through the half-open window, carrying the scent of the sea. In this unfamiliar city, the past slowly blurred, fading into the distance. It turns out, even the deepest love and the fiercest hatred will eventually be worn down by time into nothing but a sigh. But some sighs come far too late. Outside the window, snowflakes fell in silence, like shattered stardust scattered by fate, lighting the road that led me to my new life. The End

Daniel The wind hits the window. A furious gust that shakes the glass, like a warning. But there’s no turning back. Sofia is gone. She left me, and now I find myself alone in this cold room, with the bitter taste of silence in my mouth. The world around me seems to move on, without a care for what’s happening here, inside these walls. Inside my head.

He sucked hard on my bottom lip for a few more seconds before slowly slipping his tongue into my mouth. I felt all the fight leave my body at that particular moment, a slow breath whooshing out of my lungs through my nose. With a quiet ‘fuck it’ echoing around in my head, I moved my hand from his jaw and tangled my fingers into his hair. I watched as he blinked his eyes open in surprise— right before it fluttered when I suddenly pulled on his hair the moment the thought popped into my head.

I wanted to bathe in him. The wind was picking up but at least it was warm. The salt from the ocean mixed with it, reminding me of River. I hoped he and Skyler were okay back at headquarters. My body began to move on its own with the sway of the wind and I found myself dancing, swaying my hips as if there was a drum beat. There kind of was with the rhythmic witch chanting. I moved my arms in the air and suddenly Diana joined me, but not before licking my wound clean. It didn’t phase me, I felt lost in the moment, lost in the darkness and in the scent of my mate in the air. It was the closest I'd felt to him in months.

My heart twisted with a dull, tearing pain. Alpha Ethan had buried our vows with his own hands.

Only that numbing burn could dull the stabbing pain in his chest, even for a short while. The alcohol blurred his vision, and the laughter beyond the glass window grew distant and unreal. In the blur, he seemed to see the young woman from many years ago, the one he had brought out of that cramped old apartment block. When she received the first dress he bought her, her eyes had been just as bright, her smile shy, but it was also brimming with joy. How had he managed to lose her? How had he turned that young woman who loved to laugh into someone who only looked at him with nothing but disgust later on?

I felt my heart fill with love as I looked at Mavis' resolute profile. Richard watched us with a relieved look, tears glistening in his eyes. Nearby, Tyler giggled, full of innocent joy. The gentle mountain breeze brushed past us, carrying the scent of earth. In the distance, the mountains stood tall, shrouded in mist. We stood at the entrance to the village, basking in the warm sunlight. At that moment, happiness felt simple.

The wind in the Dust-Well didn't howl; it hissed. It was a dry, synthetic sound, like white noise played through a broken speaker. I stood in the center of the camp, my boots hovering a fraction of an inch above the red sand. I could see the grains of dust through the palm of my hand. I was a watercolor painting left out in the rain, my edges blurring, my colors bleeding into the gray nothingness of the horizon. "Kaima, don't move. Just... stay still," Rowan pleaded.

Before she could reach the end of her essay, a girl stormed onto the stage and physically attacked her. As the two of them grappled with each other, the girl barked, "You brat! He's my dad! Who does your mom think she is? She's nothing but my dad's maid!" Blushing profusely, Desiree retorted, "No, she's not! My mom and my new dad are dating. They're going to get married soon too!" The girl, Wendy Larkin, stared at Desiree with utter contempt. "You're giving your mom too much credit. If Dad wanted to marry her, he would've done that a long time ago!

Like the raspy wind soothing me, but sent different feels to made my heart ache. I can't see the whole of his face. But his move were prim and proper like he's perfectionist. My lips parted there. The wind blew my hair as I tried to step closer, I got cold there. His brows furrowed at me, but his face were still not vivid to me. It's a little bit blurry. "You don't remember me anymore?" he smiled sadly at me.