Dust In The Wind Fanfic Novels & Stories

So I better end this soon! To my surprise, he stood up first and sprinted over to me. As he rushed, he swung a powerful right. I met him halfway, and he lashed out in his own right. His punch was quicker, and before I could catch him, it caught me off guard for a split second before hurling him into the dust with such force that a cloud of dust rose. Windriel rolled over like a cat, gasping for breath. I want to end this by knocking him out, so I leap on him and stomp on him.

Max pulled a sodden lock of hair off her cheek. The fogged-up windows encased them in a veiled sanctum where only the sound of their breathing filled the space. Her rounded tits rose and fell with each breath; drops of water ran down between them. Abby bent towards him; those incredible mounds were too close. Her hand ran up his chest as she climbed into his lap. Too damn close. “This isn’t a good idea.” The air felt hot. Steamy. Her body heat surrounded him as Abby shifted her hips on his lap. “Fuck.”

This time, Ash closed his eyes and sighed out in defeat before nodding to himself and speaking again. "I've just been thinking about mum more lately." Ash looked at the ground, afraid that if he so much as glanced up at Ms Vento's face, he'd break down into ugly tears. She reminded him of his mother more than anyone else he knew. "I miss her and I wish I could go back but I can't and it's honestly killing me." Ash began to rant and, against his better judgement, glanced up to see Ms Vento's reaction. The moment his eyes locked with hers, his eyes welled up with tears and he hung his head again, sobbing lowly under his breath.

He looks up at the ceiling and asks, “Why, Miles? What drove you to do it?” The drugs are pulling me back down into the dark and my voice sounds like someone else’s when I answer: “Poison prayer got stuck in my mind, like a bad seed caught in a wheel . . . dropped here and took root.” Joe snaps his fingers near my closed eyes. I’m falling through drops of flame. “Miles. You’re not making sense. What made you do it?” “Snow in my bones . . . beast in my blood . . . wind in my heart.”

In less than half a minute the wound was gone. The Alpha Wind Spirit Roared in anger. Xasha could see the changes in its aura and could tell that it felt insulted. Being injured by what it considered insects. Its honor was besmirched, and it wanted revenge. The wind spirit waved its hand again and a small tornado formed and headed towards the father and son.

“It’s just unfamiliar.” Lucian stepped closer. “Listen to me, little star. Don’t fight it.” Fenris rested both hands on her shoulders. “We’re right here.” Raine squeezed her eyes shut— —and the room exploded with air. Wind blasted outward in all directions, swirling violently, lifting dust from the stone floor, whipping Kael’s and Fenris’s hair back. Lucian just grinned like a maniacal king. “Now that’s more like it.” Raine cried out as her knees buckled—

Gemma let herself inhale deeply, savoring the moment, the delicate tension, the infinite possibilities. And somewhere, in the hum of the cicadas, the creak of the porch boards, and the gentle stir of the wind, Gemma whispered to her self, a quiet, reverent acknowledgment of what the night had become: “This is where the summer wind blows.”

*Dust* I guide River back to his room, his arm slung around my shoulder, each step a reminder of how fragile he is right now. I can feel his warmth against me, but it’s mixed with the chill of the reality we’re facing. The words echo in my mind ‘death to the princess.’ I can’t shake the feeling that it’s all some horrible mistake. Surely, they meant someone else. I’m just Dust, an ordinary girl caught in this extraordinary mess.

As the plane took off, the sunset bled through the window. Staring out, she remembered him at eighteen, blocking her path after school, saying, "Whitney, you're mine. You can't run from me." 'Colton, you were so wrong. This time, I'm the one who got away. I'm never looking back,' she vowed to herself.

"Your eyes are wet." "Something got in them." She looked around. "What?" "Dust." I turned away because otherwise I was going to start sobbing. Astraea wasn't convinced. "Both eyes?" Kazan looked at me helplessly. I shrugged. His lie. His problem. "It's aggressive dust." I burst out laughing. I couldn't help it. Astraea giggled. Kazan glared at me. "Not a word." "Aggressive dust?" "Kate." "Alpha Kazan Blackwood, defeated by dust."