Echoes In The Wind Novels & Stories

The deep, echoing hum of the Citadel Obsidian’s core systems was unsettling, almost suffocating in its vastness. Eva and Ryder moved through the labyrinthine hallways, their footsteps synchronized with the rhythmic pulse of the facility. The sterile walls of the Citadel seemed to close in on them, amplifying the weight of their mission. The air was cool, filled with the scent of metal and something faintly chemical—something that felt too controlled, too cold.

“Forget about it, Valen.” Turning around, I waved my hand at Rain. “Let’s go home.” I cast one final glance back just as we reached the entrance. Valen hadn’t stood up. He had his head buried tightly in both of his hands, his shoulders heaving with violent, silent sobs. I pulled the heavy door shut, locking the sound entirely outside.

POV: Unknown Person The night was cold, the kind of cold that seeped into your bones and lingered, but I barely noticed. The wind howled around me, sending leaves skittering across the rooftop, but I stayed still, cloaked in darkness. The only thing that mattered was the scene unfolding through the softly glowing window across the street.

Lena's fingers laced with her other hand from the opposite side, her touch careful in the specific way of someone who knows they're still earning something. But Echo only answered with another pulse, deeper this time, sweeter, and curling through all three of them like smoke through an open window. Too late. I'm already inside.

They tied it at the center of the chime, where the wind would strike it first. As they released it into the breeze, the soft metallic tones rang out not sharp or mournful, but delicate, like memory being carefully remembered. Jules closed his eyes. “They sound different than I expected.” Lina nodded. “They’re not warnings anymore. They’re songs.” At sunset, Kaya made her way alone to the tree line that marked the edge of Echo’s old Geneva grounds. She looked back once not out of sentiment, but out of gratitude. For all its failures.

That the air itself held onto the voices of the past, refusing to let them fade. Then, one whisper rose above the rest, clear, sharp. “Turn back.” The wind howled to life again, the sand whipping around them like unseen hands trying to push them away. Elior braced himself, raising an arm against the sudden storm. Myrra and Rael dug their heels into the shifting ground, while Bram cursed and Sienna unsheathed her blade, as if ready to fight the wind itself. Then, The sand beneath Elior’s feet gave way.

Ice spread from my touch, coating the surface in delicate patterns. “Aria?” Elara's concerned voice seemed to come from far away. “Your eyes…” I caught my reflection in a frozen patch of wall. Silver light swirled through my irises, exactly like the Moon Goddess herself. “I need air,” I managed, pushing away from the wall. My power roiled under my skin, begging for release. The sacred grove should have been peaceful this early, but even here I could feel the wrongness in the air. Magic crackled between the ancient trees like static before a storm.

"Maybe it's the strong winds from the recent typhoon. I think I've caught a cold..." Carter nodded, gently taking her hand and leading her toward the cemetery exit. "It's my fault. I knew you weren't feeling well, but I still dragged you out here in this cold wind." I hung back, watching as everyone gathered around Jodie. The sight of her being smothered with concern hit me like a tidal wave, and a deep sadness overtook me. Suddenly, a sharp, brittle snap echoed from the tree nearby. Before I could even react, the massive trunk cracked in two and came crashing down.

“Where and when did I hear that name?” The strong wind suddenly blows and forced the glass window of Alliah’s room open. Somewhat delivering a painful bit of sharded glass, the wind suddenly screams. DIE! The window then closes shut with a loud thud. Creating the crack in the glass, along with the strong wind that is being sucked and back to where it all came from. DIE! DIE! DIE! The word that’s echoing as a result of what just happened inside Alliah’s mind. Making her fall down on her knees and easing the ringing pain that is pulling her into the insanity that she is fighting against.

One who was longing for kindness, and one who was full of kindness from people around him. The wind blew and dandelions flew in the air. The feelings lingered and the memories brought warmth and peace. Just like a kiss in the wind...