Echoes In The Wind Novels & Stories

After I was reborn, I burned every photo I had with Natalie Landers and tore up the three years' worth of love letters Kristen Rhodes had written me. In my last life, I'd been nothing but a joke caught between those two women. Natalie swore she loved me, but the moment I gave up my study-abroad spot for her, she left the country with Freddy Palmer. Before she left, she wrote me a letter, saying, "He needs me more than you do." I spent three months falling apart. Kristen brought me dinner every night and told me, "I've waited eight years for you." Once we were together, she came home on time every evening and never so much as looked at another man. I thought I'd finally bet on the right

This wasn’t like the movies, this was fucking reality and I might end up shooting myself in the face, or worse — end up mistakenly shooting Chris, if I tried using a gun in a situation like this, for the first time. The ground suddenly vibrated as a loud, ear-shattering sound went off, leaving my mouth hanging open and my heart jumping into my mouth in fright. My ears rang loudly for long seconds as I struggled to get a firm grip on my surroundings. The ground still rumbled and the air smelled of sulfur. Like I just stepped into hell. My mind grasped onto the tiny thread of thoughts that made sense now, wasn't that the bomb that Chris and I abandoned? What the fuck did I unknowingly get myse

The one that spoke of Lucifer. All the winds stop moving. All the winds except for the one in her hand. That one flicks brightly, flowing in and out between her fingers. She takes it in both of her hands, pulling them apart and widening it. As it gets wider, the words come out slower, the conversation expanding. There is a background of screams and pained moaning. Footsteps approaching something that is wheezing. The sound of rustling and a pained whoosh of breath.

The pressure wave hit the reinforced glass of the penthouse windows. Crrr-ack. Every window on the floor blew outward in a rain of diamonds. The wind rushed in, cold and sharp, whipping Madison’s hair across her face. Ethan followed a second later, his own cum a hot, thick flood that spilled out and coated their tangled thighs as he let out a final, guttural roar that rivaled the wind.

The echo of Tarloc’s parting words still lingered in my mind, but I kept them buried, not wanting to feed the ache they carried. The wind had changed. It no longer whistled or sighed, now it carried a low, dragging hum, as if the mountains themselves were murmuring in their sleep. Every so often, that hum broke, and I would hear what sounded like a whisper too close to my ear. I froze the first time it happened, thinking someone had followed me, but when I turned my head toward the sound, there was nothing, only the rhythmic movement of Jasmine and me.

"The wind—it's getting dangerous!" "I just know," Kael whispered as he watched the wind accelerate into a screaming vortex. He could hear her cries shift from sobs to a loud, agonizing scream that ripped through the air, echoing off the cliffs. The sound was visceral, filled with years of loneliness, hatred, and a grief so heavy that he felt it too.

The moment those words left my mouth, Silas completely froze. [W-What did I just hear? She said... she said we could try getting to know each other? Am I hallucinating? Is this a dream?] Inside his head, fireworks and celebration cannons were exploding so loudly they practically made my ears ring. Trying not to laugh, I pushed open the car door. "I'm home. Goodnight." Then I walked straight into the neighborhood without looking back. Behind me, I could still feel Silas's scorching gaze fixed on my back.

Echoed like a whisper through stone and bone. I know that voice. But I don’t know how. My heart races. I back away from the railing, breath catching. “Who’s there?” I whisper aloud. No answer. Just the stars. And that quiet hum under my skin. But it’s no longer buzzing. It’s calling. But there. Clear. Close. A voice. In my head. Kaida… I freeze. The wind dies. The world stills. Kaida… It’s soft. Ancient. Echoed like a whisper through stone and bone.

I reached the door and turned the handle but it was locked. I knew to go back but there was something about the door that made me feel like I had to go in. I looked around to make sure I was alone and then I put my face against the door. “Hello,” I whispered. “Is anyone in there?” I waited for a response but it never came. At this point, I could tell there was someone inside because of my sharpened wolf senses. I could feel her pulse on the other side of the door. The sound of footsteps approaching from the other end of the room made me jerk in panic.

Liam returned, worn out, while he held a bouquet of fresh flowers in his arms. Then, he walked toward me without any trace of guilt or apology on his face. "I brought you your favorite lisianthuses, Michelle." lisianthuses, a symbol of loyalty and love. But they looked like nothing but a joke in Liam's arms. As I took the bouquet from him, Liam assumed that I'd stopped being angry and began to explain himself.