I Am The Wind Sanemi Novels & Stories

I apologize for my lack of social skills It’s been many years since I’ve been able to communicate with someone. I wrack my brain, trying to figure out what is going on. I hear Willow's soft voice, Look inside yourself my dear. You know the answer. Realization clicks and my eyes widen. “Are you the wind?” It whirls around me happily, Good job. Now that you are mated your powers are growing so we can finally fully communicate. “Are you a spirit? Or an element? I don’t quite understand.” I’m simply the wind. I was created when the world started and have always been. We are just beings of creation.

She also said that the scars looked painful. I was taken aback. Sean would never know the pain of the knife cutting my hand. He would never feel sorry for me. He would just blame me for being stupid and doing everything wrong. I shook my head to push those negative thoughts away. I told my mom I was hungry for her cooking. Once we got home, I received a call from an unknown number. When I saw that it was from North City, I immediately rejected the call. However, this person called me five times in a row.

“Will you choose me next time?” Tears welled in Iris’s eyes. “Yes. Always.” The final platform rose into the air, bringing her to a dome of silver clouds. Lightning flickered across the sky. Scene 3: The Heart of the Storm Inside the dome stood a being of light and vapor—a woman composed entirely of wind, her hair a tangle of breezes and her eyes twin cyclones. “I am Aerisa, Guardian of the Sky,” she intoned. “You seek the blessing of the wind?”

"I did this." Krishna rested a hand on her shoulder. "You were a child when she tainted you. Now choose who you will be." Miyal gritted her teeth. Then she raised her ancient staff—formerly blessed by the Crescent Moon—and exhaled a solitary word: "Let the wind return." And it did. Shrieking which cried down all the halls, the Wind of Luna returned. Angry, silvery as steel, it blew every lock Perfera had set to keep the truth hidden.

Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and went back to the work that lay in front of her. Her life had already moved far ahead, much like a feather being carried in the wind.

She lived a peaceful, happy life. At that moment, time seemed to freeze. The bustling summit fell silent in their minds. Dean’s hand trembled slightly, making the amber liquid in his glass ripple. The icy mask on his face cracked, revealing a storm of emotion beneath, only to settle into a gray, lifeless void. He could almost see her in a pristine white wedding dress, smiling with a sense of security he had never been able to give her.

"Shawn, happy New Year! No matter how far you go, you'll always be the closest person to me." It was Archie Crosby, the underprivileged young man I had sponsored for four years. I had brought him out of the remote mountains and got him into Sienna's company. My finger hovered over the reply box. Before I could respond, I received a notification about a new post on social media. I tapped on it without thinking. The video was only five seconds long. Sienna, who was supposed to be stuck at the office for overtime, was standing on the beach. The wind was howling, and the sparkler in her hand lit up her gentle profile.

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.

"Cowards! Sneaky bastards! You will have a fair share of my wrath today!" I summoned the wind to slow down those vile witches on their broom. Little did I know that it would completely render them useless. They fell down but did not give up fighting. They grouped up and started chanting am sure it was to dispel the wind. And it seemed to work. The intensity of the wind I had created lessened around them. At this point my blood was boiling and I was out for blood. It was then that I heard Sunny shouting. "No mi hija, no tienes permitido matar!"(No my child you are not allowed to kill!)

"I've been locked inside that orb for years, and finally, someone worthy has shown up!" My voice comes out high-pitched. "Excuse me, but who are you?" "Oh, right!" The stranger puts me down and clears his throat. "I'm bad at the whole talking thing." I almost laugh. Almost. "I can see that..." The stranger grins and sticks out a massive hand, expecting me to take it, and when I hesitantly grab it with my suspicious eyes locked on his face, his lips turn cheesy. "The name is Finn, guardian of the element of wind—I'm at your service, ready to tackle any obstacle!"