Iron Maiden When The Wild Wind Blows Novels & Stories

"When will you learn to respect people?" Pointing at the door, I barked, "Get out!" He flinched, realizing he'd misread me. Mortified, he raised his hand to hit back. "Who do you think you are?" "Stop! What are you doing?" Lauren stormed in and pushed him away. "Is this how your dad raised you? You messed up and won't own it, and now you're raising a hand to a woman?" I watched, wiping my cheek. Colin glared at me and ran out.

Kaidon asked with worry in his eyes. “Trust me, I will handle it perfectly” I assured him. They both rushed into the house and I turned my attention to the direction of the wind. “Moon goddess, now is the time” I said and closed my eyes. I felt the force of the wind as it approached, but I remained steadfast and unwavering. Stretching out my hand, memories of the Wizard stopping a whirl wind at the cave before talking to us played in my head. I raised my hand and muttered; “One last time moon goddess”

There was no joy left, only the irony of it all. Josie sent me another video of the group of friends having a party. They were playing 'Never Have I Ever.' They were all childhood friends, their life paths too similar. After several rounds, no one could gain the upper hand. Josie suddenly grabbed Xander by the collar and pulled him in. She kissed him on the lips for five whole minutes before letting him go. "Never have I ever kissed Xander! I bet none of you have, right?" She happily hugged Xander's arm, thrilled.

The crowd of opponents staggered under the force of the gale, some even lifted momentarily from the ground, suspended in swirling eddies. This was Kenru's domain—the mastery of wind. Suspended before me, he commanded the tempest, facing the oncoming tide of foes. "Meteor flame!" Killan's voice echoed with renewed vigor, flames wreathing his form. Fireballs materialized in mid-air, held in place by his outstretched palms. His stance was poised, akin to a dancer's grace, before he launched the fireballs towards Lady Montay's ranks. The fiery projectiles descended like a blazing rain, accompanied by Kenru's howling wind. The two forces, fire and wind, intertwined in a deadly dance, orchestratin

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.

Dressed only in a dress, Selena was so cold that she was shivering. The eerie cries of wild animals frightened her terribly, causing her to speed up. However, in a moment of carelessness, she accidentally stepped on a rock and twisted her ankle. Before she could get up, she spotted something approaching her from afar. Whatever it was had glowing green eyes. A beat later, she realized what it was—a pack of wolves! Selena's breathing sped up as she turned to run in a blind panic. Unexpectedly, she lost her footing and tumbled off a cliff.

This wasn’t like the movies, this was fucking reality and I might end up shooting myself in the face, or worse — end up mistakenly shooting Chris, if I tried using a gun in a situation like this, for the first time. The ground suddenly vibrated as a loud, ear-shattering sound went off, leaving my mouth hanging open and my heart jumping into my mouth in fright. My ears rang loudly for long seconds as I struggled to get a firm grip on my surroundings. The ground still rumbled and the air smelled of sulfur. Like I just stepped into hell. My mind grasped onto the tiny thread of thoughts that made sense now, wasn't that the bomb that Chris and I abandoned? What the fuck did I unknowingly get myse

“Leave her.” Ryker hesitated, then nodded. “She’s already met her storm.” Outside, the wind howled once more—but this time, it wasn’t angry. It was soft. Gentle. As Blaise carried his mate and son into the daylight, the storm began to clear, sunlight piercing through the clouds. The Windsong faded, its final note lingering in the air like a promise. Forever bound. Forever Mated.

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.

Large, heavy drops pelted my body, cold and unrelenting. The rain blurred my vision, and I stepped on a loose stone, falling hard to the ground. The downpour drenched my hair and clothes, as though it was trying to swallow me whole. I could not breathe. I wondered if I died like this, would Mother cry when I met her in the afterlife? Still, I had no strength left. Every attempt to rise grew smaller and weaker. After I closed my eyes, a car behind me suddenly screeched to a halt.