Dust In The Wind Fanfic Novels & Stories

"Jennifer, come on, we're grown-ups. It was just a bit of fun, a fling. You didn't think it was more than that, did you?" I stayed silent, my eyes cast down to shield the storm of feelings within. To him, our three-year whirlwind was just a game, but not to me. I had fallen for him, hard, and that feeling had lasted a whole decade. We were the kids who grew up side by side in the same neighborhood, the kind of friends who shared every childhood adventure. Charles was always the one everyone looked up to, not big on chit-chat, with an air of mystery about him.

Confusion could be seen on the windlet's face as plain as day. "No! I couldn't see him!" Darrion answered back. "Try getting the wind into the hole and find him inside," Raka yelled back. "Oh? Right. Why didn't I think of that?" Darrion wondered to himself. But he did as Raka suggested. He asked the wind to come inside the hole to find his friend. The wind in this parts were very cooperative that they flowed smoothly to where Darrion intended to. It was as if they were reading his mind, knowing where exactly he would go if he was the wind.

CHAPTER 145: THE WHISPER WAR RHEA'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: "CONTROL" BY HALSEY ~~~ The wind is no longer my friend. I used to feel comfort in its caress, like a warm hand brushing through my curls, tugging playfully at my coat as I wandered through Warrenvale’s enchanted fields. But today, it howls. Low, hollow and hungry. I’m walking alone through the western courtyard, where vines dangle lazily off the towers and fae magic makes the flowers hum lullabies, when I hear it again.

The wind slaps against my skin, wild and cold, but the heat inside me doesn’t fade. Behind us, I hear Draven’s roar of command and fury entwined, followed by the crash of pursuit. Daemon’s wolf joins the chase, dark and fast, a shadow against the trees. The courtyard blurs into the forest as Darius runs, his massive form cutting through the mist. Every heartbeat pounds with the bond his, mine, theirs, until it’s impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins. “Darius,” I whisper into his fur, my voice trembling. “Please… stop.”

I said calmly, and he motioned me to speak. "I, Willow Brooks, reject you, Alpha Christopher Walker as my fated mate," I said, feeling a huge pain in my heart. Christopher was shocked, but the pain he felt overrode his shock as he clutched his chest and went to sit at his desk. I remained on my feet. I felt the bond severing, and I was waiting for him to accept the rejection. I hoped the break would be complete this time around. He looked confused and in shock. I bet he did not see that coming. I was sweating and in pain, but I was happy that at least I got to reject him this time around. I was proud of myself. I waited for him to accept, but he was too shocked to say anything.

She could feel the worms wriggling in her heart, the squirming of the worms made her stomach queasy. However, her attention was suddenly diverted as a gust of cold wind swept across her face, and blew her long hair. The gust of wind carried voices whispering in her ear, not the whispers of the surrounding leaves, but other whispers that she could understand. Leah looked left and right, it seemed that no one felt the gust of wind and whispers except for her. Even Mia and Grace who were standing so close to her didn't feel what she felt. The whisper called her name, she was sure. Not the sound of the wind, or the voices in her head, someone called her name

"Well, she brought it to herself. Who told her to be so blind back then to win over Felicity Shaw at the dance championship? Felicity cried the entire night. She's Jason's sweetheart. He wouldn't let anyone off the hook for making her cry. "This was why he 'dated' Ivy in the first place–to exact revenge ninety-nine times. What a pity. Once all this is over, Jason is going to dump her. We won't be able to have any fun anymore." … A deafening buzz filled Ivy's ears, as if she had just been struck by lightning. Her heart felt as if it were being carved apart. She pressed a hand against her chest, bending over as she gasped for air, the pain nearly suffocating her.

Daisy Dyer’s POV I was at my apartment as I was looking around. I don’t know what to think. I showered and cleaned up good as I was trying to burn the memories of Dylan Windell has touched me. But you know you like it right, my dark thoughts said as I was rubbing my face with my hands. I was groaning before I was looking at the window. What have I done?

Dang. "I-I might help..." Jus said and put down her books on the floor before she raised her hands in the air and waved it swiftly like the wind. Chloe nearly bugged her eyes out when clouds of dust around the area started to move with the wind and became a ball of dust. Chloe ducked when the ball started to go berserk, bouncing from wall to wall until it dropped to the unknown outside the window. Chloe ran towards the balcony and saw the clouds of dust down the alley with some people coughing out. The brown-haired girl stepped back as the angry victims looked up and started to shout. She looked at Jus with wide eyes and jaw dropped.

I feel the wind start to start blowing violently around me, reacting to my emotions. He looks around, noticing the wind is starting to pick up and smirks at me. In a flash, he reaches out and yanks me against him. On contact the wind dies down immediately as I unconsciously melt into his embrace. Stupid mate bond. “Scar let me go, I'm mad at you.” I mumble against his chest, pushing my hands against him to create space to no avail. I feel his chest rumble as he chuckles. He pulls us apart slightly so we can look at each other. “I’d just rather you not blow our home to the ground,” he says with a brief smile before his face drops. “I’m sorry for making it seem like I don’t believe you I just