Gone With The Wind Novels & Stories

The rain was becoming more and more heavy, the wind was rushing, rolling forward at a very calm pace, the huge glass buildings on both sides were endless, reflecting the dim light of the moon behind the thick misty clouds, and the roar of thousands of steam engines was constantly heard. The winds shook like sharp blades cutting through the air, and with the thick clouds and rain gone, old Henry's trail disappeared like a mirage, leaving behind William and the new responsibility of a gang and a large business group.

The wind was fierce and unyielding, but they pressed on, knowing the importance of their mission. Standing on the edge of the cliff, Luna raised her arms, calling out to the spirits of the wind. She felt the air swirl around her, lifting her hair and filling her lungs with its invigorating presence. With a chant, she captured a portion of the wind's essence in a crystal vial, which glowed with a vibrant green light. --- The final element, fire, awaited them in the heart of a dormant volcano. This was the most dangerous part of their quest, but they faced it with unwavering courage.

And then I did and everything turned topsy turvy. ' go back to the pack house.' Mia growled within. "I can not come all this way and return without her. That would be absolute madness. A windstorm started. I was forced to stay fixated on a spot as the wind intensified. My hair was wild, caught in the wind, almost off my scalp. I started to walk through the turbulence. The sky had gone dark..it might be an indication that it would rain or that the moon goddess was trying to mess with us.

I whispered to note, letting go of the paper to watch it be carried by the wind. The note drifted away high into the sky, vanishing as it became nothing but ashes in the wind.

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

It was a bad sight that had tears in my eyes as I looked at the wind and just saw the man had disappeared. He has waited all these decades for the freedom that I am finally giving him. I can't believe it. I was about to touch the wind when I felt a pull on my hand. My body was so weak that I almost fainted but I could hear someone's voice behind me. “Don't touch the wind, you will go with it, don't touch it!” The voice yelled but I could only hear it faintly and I retracted my hands and watched the wind leave totally and I slowly fell to the ground.

It’s like watching a scattering of ashes, a cloud falling into the current, blown downstream toward the bridge, grains speckling the water and sinking. The chant swells to a crescendo and he holds out a long note at the end while digging in the bag for one more thing: the peacock feather. The wind tries to snatch it from his fingers, but he holds it aloft and chooses his moment to let it go. When he does, it glides up high, does a couple of loops, then drifts down to the water and disappears in the chop. The monk turns away from the river, his face unchanging when he sees me standing there.

At the hospital, she even told me that it did not matter if I lived or died. That was when I lost all hope. After I returned to the country, I started drinking a lot and gave the company to my cousin. On Wendy’s birthday, I drank even more. Then, I saw her again. She told me that she forgave me. She asked me if I wanted to be with her. I cried and said yes. I was willing to go anywhere with her, whether it was heaven or hell.

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