How To Whistle With A Blade Of Grass Novels & Stories

Lorna, our ever-vigilant companion, closed the door behind us, its closing sound reduced to a mere whisper. Descending onto the ground, we felt the coolness of the thick, lush grass beneath our hands and knees as we started our stealthy advance. The tall blades of grass towered above us, swaying in the wind, their rustling creating a symphony of hushed whispers. We navigated our way through this natural obstacle course, inching closer to the forest’s edge. Our senses heightened with anticipation.

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Tiny wind blade vortexes lingered around the sword's body. Buzz! The wind blades rotated rapidly with a loud buzzing sound.

Well, it's time to transit into my wolf form. I whispered a whistle sound, using my mouth before transiting. The whistle sound I just did was to give my warrior a signal, to get ready. Fighting them alone might take a while, which was the reason why I needed a team who could help. From I was standing, I throw one sharp blade straight to their direction and it landed on one of his people. I thrown another blade towards Carson who was rushing towards me, but unfortunately, he dogged it and successfully caught me.

I swallow the build-up of saliva in my mouth. When I'm ready, I step loudly on the crunchy grass and twigs that pokes just above the snow. But the noise isn't loud enough to startle them. I need a bigger scare… Before I can think any better, I tilt my head up and howl. It's a long, drawn-out sound that makes the herd still. Snap.

*whistle blows* and we all take off into the woods. "Alright guys, let's huddle up" I say to my team "we don't know how much time we have but let's find trees with the thickest leaves and climb, go up and find a steady branch to nestle on and stay there but make sure you have a vantage where you can see and hidden enough so if the wind blows you're hidden too well for your scent to carry, let's move"

A smooth obsidian shape, carved with all the ingenuity of Moonskin craftsmen. I lifted it to my lips and blew it once. Long and loud. The note split the air with force far louder than its size should've permitted, cutting through every breath, every thought, every wolf in the clearing. The heads turned fast. Rohan’s included. I flung the horn aside with a tired sigh as I leaped forward. My boots slammed into the earth with purpose. Dust swirled at my landing, cloak sweeping behind me like smoke off a flame… what was left of my cloak at least.

She could feel the warm rivulets of blood cascading down her back, painting her legs a startling red in the harsh glare of the fluorescent light. *The whistle, crack, and sting of the whip was made into a song by her derilious mind. She times her breathing to the song. As the whip whistled past, she would draw in as deep a breath as she could, as it landed on her skin with a crack, the breath would be forced out of her. The sting followed with her trying to catch her breath. It was a rhythm that she tried to keep to as much as painstakingly possible.*

I move. ‎ ‎A knife whistles through the air where my head was seconds ago, embedding itself into the stone. ‎ ‎“Coward!” I snarl.

She was determined to give the warriors involved in their Alpha’s unacceptable actions a little preview of what they might face once Alpha Zenic and the Crown Prince arrived in Woodcrest. Without making a sound, she headed into the nearby forest and quickly found a large, sturdy tree to hide behind. She began whispering a few magical words, and soon, a thick fog of smoke billowed out from her. The smoke was so dense that it made her completely invisible to anyone who might be watching. Next, she carefully placed two fingers on her lips and let out an eerie, shrill whistle that sounded like something out of a horror film. The whistle was sharp and piercing, designed to grab attention and crea