Echoes In The Wind Novels & Stories

Her attempt to remain unnoticed though, didn't last very long. The distinct sound of footsteps echoing through the great hall filled the silence between the two of them. They weren't the same sound she was used to hearing whenever Lord Hunt was approaching. This was a very loud clack of the heels which could only come from a certain kind of boot. If she had to guess it was the sound of Lord Eclaire inviting himself further into the entrance hall despite the unwelcome response he had gotten from Lord Hunt. That made Charlotte a little nervous, she had no idea what kind of vampire he was.

"Liam, when are you coming back? I can't do this anymore," He whispered with a heavy sigh, then the doorbell rang, and he sluggishly got up to get the door, whoever it is had better have something good to say or he was about to give them a piece of his mind for disturbing him, he opened the door and his mouth flew open, shock yes, he was, he couldn't get a word out, he closed his eyes and opened them, then closed them again, he didn't want it to be his eyes deceiving him.

The temperature dropped drastically, the wind that blew felt colder, piercing the skin's surface. The trees swaying in the wind dance a dance of death that is both beautiful and magical, their dance accompanied by the sound of dry leaves, and the leaves singing as the wind blows them. The hoarse singing was muffled, their singing was like a muffled screams. It was like someone who wanted to scream with his neck choking hard, someone who was in a transitional period between life and death. They sang and danced as if it was the end of the world. The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left

Ms Vento sucked in a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling, thinking. "I could hear their conversation from last night." Ms Vento finally confessed, staring at the ceiling, her eyes unwavering. "They were talking about some sort of plan they had..." The older woman trailed off as she looked back down at the young man in front of her and pursed her lips at the confused look on Ash's face.

Love is like a wind that flows in its direction with its own speed. Nobody can capture it in their hands. It’s a feeling that not only brings happiness but hurtful stances too. When two hearts are bound to be together no matter what others do or plan evil things it won’t affect their bliss. Love nourished and cherished in pure heart only.

“There is actually something else; it’s my boy—” Rachel halted her speech as the sky turned dark and a large gust of wind began surrounding us, making it hard for us to get any visibility. I wondered if it might just be me experiencing this, as Rachel seemed perfectly fine to me until suddenly a whisper swiped through my ear, uttering nothing but air. I knew she was here. “Inyoka,” the wind whispered. I closed my ears, trying not to listen to its call to me because I knew what it did to me. “Inyoka.” It called out again and vanished.

Together, they replied, "Steadiness is the way we demonstrate love when words no longer apply." She agreed. "It can stay here. Where it hangs with each step." --- 10:17 AM — Sector M, Cliffside Windcatch Array Up above the basin, windcatcher fins whirred and clicked, drawing gusts through tonal gates. The array translated airflow into deep, breath-like chords that streamed downhill. Elira stood in the shade of one building, eyes shut, listening. Caelan appeared beside her. "You used to be afraid of the noise." "I thought it sounded too much like a heartbeat that belonged to no one."

The forest was a symphony of indifference. Wind tuned the pines to a low, rushing chord. Brittle ferns crunched underfoot in percussive snaps. Somewhere high up, a hawk’s cry sliced through it all, a lone, sharp note that didn’t care if anyone heard it. After the suffocating silence of the stone room, the noise was almost violent. Elara walked, her body moving on a mandate deeper than thought: away.

​"Leo..." ​The surrounding noise of the night seemed to fade into absolute silence. The muffled, heavy thud of the club music behind the metal doors, the groans of the four men bleeding out on the wet pavement, the quiet drip of rain falling off the brick walls—it all died away. The entire world shrank down to just the two of them standing under the flickering yellow streetlight. ​They simply stared at each other for a full, agonizing minute. Neither of them moved. Neither of them dared to breathe.

I had to climb a mountain and beg for it. I opened my mouth to speak, but it felt as though there was cotton stuffed down my throat—I couldn't make a sound. Ray narrowed his eyes at me from behind Nadia. "Is there a problem?" he silently warned me. Snapping back to reality, I released her arm. "Sorry—that's a beautiful pendant," I said to her. "Thank you," Nadia replied.