Dust In The Wind Fanfic Novels & Stories

I saw them put in the mud while Tyron was sitting and closing his eyes under the Nara tree. A powerful breeze rushed across his place, parting his stray hair. Any lady will not reject Tyron because his face is so flawless. The strong wind blew once again, and it seemed to encourage me to go there since it seemed different. The window is open, and that is the only source of fresh air I have. I swiftly unlocked the door and hurried to Tyron, who appeared to be sleeping soundly. When the wind blew again, it felt as if I was being carried away, and I fell asleep again on his legs.

"Dylan," I interrupted him, "hold me." He paused in disbelief. "Hold me," I repeated. Warm arms enveloped me, holding tighter and tighter. I could feel the hands embracing me trembling slightly. Seven years ago, Dylan had waited on the coastal road with a bouquet of roses, his heart full of joy. From dawn to dusk, he waited, but I never came. The day I rejected Dylan, he asked me with reddened eyes, "Really, you don't like me at all?"

worl. Dustin, who was filled to the brim with frustration, yearned for the return of his mate. How is it that the thought of her tender body continues to torment him in his sleep? Even at this late hour, as he checked on Lucas in the hallway outside Asta's room in order to speak to him about the silver mine, he felt distracted, ill at ease, and as though a part of his soul had been ripped away.

Lana's POV The cool wind of the Iron Fangs Pack’s border carried a subtle chill, brushing against my cheeks as the rustling of distant pine trees whispered in the day. Damon’s hand suddenly reached for my coat, his movements careful yet deliberate as he helped adjust the collar. His fingertips grazed my shoulder through the thick fabric, and despite myself, the warmth seeped deep into my skin, an echo of something I thought I had buried long ago. For just a fleeting moment, I felt myself drifting back to a time when things were simpler… when we loved each other without hesitation, without betrayal, without any obstruction or Liam standing between us.

Outside, the wind rattles the trees, shaking loose the first of the autumn leaves. Finally, Josh exhales and steps back. “Forget that for now, Ari,” he says, voice softer now. “It’s too early in the season for this.” I nod, holding my phone tight against my chest. As he leaves, closing the door behind him, saying nothing and everything all at once. I let the wind carry the weight of everything—the missing summers, the distance, the cracks forming between us, the unspoken promises. Autumn has begun, and everything feels like it’s falling. But maybe… just maybe… Some roots, some seasons, are strong enough to survive it.

"Alpha… we didn’t know it was you. We thought the forest was tearing itself apart." My throat tightened. "It wasn’t the forest," I whispered. "It was me." Her eyes softened with fear and pity, and that look was somehow worse than hatred. That night, the wind carried the scent of blood and smoke. I couldn’t sleep. The moonlight cut through the ruins, silvering the edges of every broken thing. Cassian joined me by the remains of the main tent. He was quiet for a long while, watching the fireless pit before saying, "The others want to know if Duskwind still stands."

Zachary and Lucine instantly lapsed back into calm silence, and they just looked at each other. Then, Zachary stumbled upright and started walking away. Lucine hurriedly grabbed his hand and asked, "Where are you going, Zach?" He shook off her hand, but she stubbornly stuck to his side again. "I'm going wherever you are, Zach." "Go away!" he yelled. He pushed her hard, causing her to fall onto the sand. Sand and sharp gravel cut into her hand, and blood started flowing out uncontrollably. However, Zachary walked off without a second thought, as if he hadn't seen her get hurt.

“Wow, Sera, there are so many trees around your neighborhood.” “Sera, how old do you think that tree is?” “Sera—” I brought my steps to a sudden halt. Valen was standing beneath that same old scholar tree right outside my apartment building. He had leaned down quite a bit, and there was a tiny, jagged nick on his jawline from shaving. The moment he caught sight of me, he took an instinctive step forward, only to freeze dead in his tracks. Then, his gaze locked onto Rain, who was standing right behind me. Rain was effortlessly wheeling a suitcase in each hand while carrying my bright pink backpack slung over his shoulders—a stark, completely ridiculous contrast against his entirely black stre

“I’m already worried.” Still, I climbed in behind her. The wind tangled in my hair as we bumped along the uneven path that led away from the estate. I had to admit, for the first time in days, I felt alive. The scent of saltwater teased my nose as we neared the beach. I closed my eyes, breathing in deeply. Then everything exploded. One moment we were cruising, and the next—bam! The tricycle lurched violently to the side. I felt the sharp sting of metal scrape against my skin. My head hit the ground, and pain flared through my leg like a scream.

That was more than enough for me. I can still endure it all, so I will keep going no matter what. _ _ _ Must have been the wind Copyright © nostxlgicxx