I Am The Wind Sanemi Novels & Stories

I raise my hand and whisper a spell to create a more effective barrier before the enemy had a chance to attack us. Kneeling on the ground, Airel folds her hands together before closing her eyes. She then starts chanting," I call to the Goddess of wind, lend me your power." A green magic circle appeared under her as the strong wind starts to envelop us. Airel began whispering words as the wind carries her message blowing past the broken barrier. "Amazing...!" I can't help but be amazed by how she can easily control the wind to her will. The wind clan truly lives up to their title the 'Descendants of the Wind Goddess Aither'.

The magic circle dissolved, transforming into a swirling vortex of wind that enveloped us in a protective embrace. "This spell," I announced, my voice ringing with authority, "is called Anemo Barrier." A shimmering wall of wind materialized around us, a constant, whirling shield against the onslaught. Anything that dared approach was shredded to pieces by the relentless force, a testament to the power of the wind god's blessing.

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.

Killan's voice boomed, a battle cry that resonated through the very soul of camp Meridio. His command was swiftly followed by Kenru's fierce shout. "Charge!" Kenru streaked forward with incredible velocity, leaving our formation in his wake. The gust of wind generated by his swift movement was solid. "Curse of the wind!" he bellowed, and a cyclonic blast enveloped the battlefield. Leaves, branches, grass, and sand were swept up in a furious tempest, directed towards the encircling warriors. Kenru harnessed the power of the wind, creating a maelstrom that disrupted the enemy's formation. The crowd of opponents staggered under the force of the gale, some even lifted momentarily from the ground

I'm sitting all alone on the small hill in the stone circle. I realise that I am singing an unknown song. I lift my hand and the wind starts to turn like a small tornado in front of me. It gains strength or falls down as soon as I wish for it and when I get up, lifting both hands over my head, it turns into a full tornado, filling the entire stone circle. I am singing at the top of my lungs and the wind is roaring around me as I stand in it's quiet eye. Energy feeding the wind, beams from me. A power giving me an indescribable feeling of might. I get an urge to see how far I can go, how much power I can tame.

But just as we’re about to escape, she always pulls away and walks back into the fire. "And after her ashes were scattered by a romantic rival, I've never dreamed of her again. "For a whole year, I've visited countless mediums for séances. Every single one of them gave me the same answer: she didn't want to see me." The emotions he had suppressed for so long finally shattered. The ruthless, cold-blooded man covered his face and broke down in tears in front of a stranger. If Ivy were some ordinary person, she would surely be moved by his love story. She would even offer him a piece of tissue as her condolences.

At most, he could scroll through their old chats and feel sad for himself. Sean was not the type to wallow. Sitting on the plane, scrolling through old messages and crying quietly was far beneath someone like him. As a man used to winning, he refused to behave like a loser. Hence, throughout the twenty-three-hour flight to Sunland, Sean kept his eyes closed, resting. He was not a failure or a weakling. He was determined that once he arrived, he would win Eve back and restore their relationship to how it had been.

I walked back to the opened shop, no windows, no door, only roof and sat down. "It was my wife that made me retain that name, Wind," Wind said, coming to me. "She was actually the one that never made me give up on whatever I am doing no matter how hard and impossible it is and this made my friends call me Wind.. And now she is gone and I am now a fake wind" He replied sadly. "Don't say that.. You are still a wind.. what you just have to do is to keep on encouraging yourself that you can do it no matter how humanly impossible it is" I replied.

"I can't do it." "Sammy, you can do this. Just try." Wren says. I close my eyes again and call the wind. It starts to blow and twirl around me. "Good, Sammy. Keep going." Wren encourages. I open my eyes and look around at the swirls of my hair. I laugh at the tickle of the wind on my skin. I reach out my hands and the wind dances around my arms and body. "Ok. Send the wind away." Wren says.

My wife Naomi Holden's phone was always on silent mode. Whenever I needed to reach her, the call never went through. My only option was to ask everyone around us, but when every single person gave a different answer, I already knew the truth. She was with him again, the frail man she had never been able to let go of. On our seventh anniversary, we had plans to meet at our usual spot for dinner. Three hours passed, and she still had not shown up. I stood on the street, burning with fever, dialing one number after another. My father picked up, his voice warm and unhurried. "Naomi just came by for dinner. Don't worry, I've got my eye on her for you." A friend working at her company lau