Genshin Four Winds Novels & Stories

Then we felt Storm's hand join ours, and his tiny voice rose high above us like an angel's song. We didn’t realize that Beth was at the door with tears in her eyes. The mountain sighed, but something under it groaned. He knew that we were growing stronger and would never be separated; he had to take us all if he tried for just one. Kira was preparing potions when she felt the high vibration of a magical windsong being sung; her ears perked to listen. Windsongs were rare and most beautiful; they were songs of the soul, from one mate to the other. Not many had the gift.

At my order, a funeral procession suddenly erupted, carrying funeral wreaths on the red wedding carpet. Some sang, while some were waiting. The whole ceremony turned chaotic in an instant. Fabian’s face turned ashen, and he hurriedly ordered his men to dismiss the procession. Looking thrilled, the florist owner came to me and said, “Mr. Hunt, all your wreaths have been delivered. I’ve even thrown in the full-service package. Are you satisfied?” I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

That was more than enough for me. I can still endure it all, so I will keep going no matter what. _ _ _ Must have been the wind Copyright © nostxlgicxx

"What is all this?" "I don't know. I suspect it's one of Rimidal's hidden abilities," Rodrick called out his answer. He wasn't sure which way to turn to talk to him, so he raised his voice instead. "I'm touched you remember I have such things," Rimidal's voice sounded as though it was coming from everywhere all at once. "You're correct. This is something I like to call The Fog of the Dead. It invokes all those that have ever passed away either by my hand or my creations' hands."

I tried to catch my breath and Higan slowed down his thrusts before pulling out of me. He rolled off of me and laid next to me as he tried to catch his breath. The room was silent but for our pants. I kept my gaze on the ceiling as I waited for my body to calm down. Higan sat up and rubbed my thigh. "You're okay?" I blushed and nodded. "Just sweaty." "Let's get cleaned up then," he said with a soft chuckle before giving me a light kiss. ~ The morning came quicker than expected and I was woken up by the sound of rushing cars on the streets below. I begrudgingly opened my eyes, revealing Higan, who was laying a few inches away from me. He was still asleep and his hair fell over his face adorab

[air wave] A gust of strong wind that could tear Yao Tai's flesh apart shot out from the boss's mouth. The wind hit nothing before it hit the walls, causing them to shake several times. “What a powerful skill…” Yao Tie said in a low voice as he looked at the damage it had caused. Then he turned his head and looked at the chief with a smile on his face. Turn to ordinary ghouls and use [Dash]. He quickly kills one of the ghouls before leaping into the air. He could see that there were seven more ghouls coming out of the ground.

Immortal Emperor Wind looked at Chu Xun rushing toward him in horror. Strong winds howled around him harshly. Frightening wind blades swirled around his body. Boom! Boom! Terrifying Hong Meng Immortal Qi swept over and tore the sharp blades around Wind Path into pieces. Immortal Emperor Wind roared and was sent flying by the purple blast with a boom. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Eight bone spears flashed in the air. Blood splattered everywhere. Wind Path let out a miserable cry. Just like Fire Path, his body was pierced through by eight bone spears and nailed to the black gate.

Then I hurried to Kuroyuki, who was maintain the wall from the silhouettes. "Kuroyuki— is that what I think it is…?" I asked. "…They— are us," Kuroyuki answered. The silhouettes are August (sword silhouette), Blaze (armbar silhouette), Kuroyuki (spear silhouette), Persia (black card silhouette), Rumelia (black string silhouette) and Kronos (black bullets silhouette). "They are one person short— so it's me who's not in there, huh. What is the meaning of this…?"

And Four was still _out there_. In the _wind_. In our _heads_. ---

Outside, the wind rattles the trees, shaking loose the first of the autumn leaves. Finally, Josh exhales and steps back. “Forget that for now, Ari,” he says, voice softer now. “It’s too early in the season for this.” I nod, holding my phone tight against my chest. As he leaves, closing the door behind him, saying nothing and everything all at once. I let the wind carry the weight of everything—the missing summers, the distance, the cracks forming between us, the unspoken promises. Autumn has begun, and everything feels like it’s falling. But maybe… just maybe… Some roots, some seasons, are strong enough to survive it.