Like The Wind Found Novels & Stories

Iowa or something, or I guess, even though I am not sure. But then I remember her Hadley. I need to find Hadley, my mate, my love and I start desperately searching for a way out of the field, but it seems to just go on forever. The wind is picking up and clouds gathering on the blue skies ... like nature itself is angry with me for wanting to leave.

And even without him by my side I was still able to hear his voice carried by the wind. "The dear princess wants to be comforted. But the wind is the one that tries to comfort the poor princess at such times when you are crying." I just smiled bitterly. Now I better understand why whenever I cry or maybe in a bad mood, he knows it right away and is just quick for him to find me. Because the wind is what carries him to where I am. His power I have several times heard him curse for repeatedly whispering to him that I need someone like him. The wind knows everything.

Lost in contemplation, a sudden gust of wind whipped through the library, rustling the pages of the book I held in my hands. I looked up, puzzled, searching for the source of this unexplained force. The wind danced and twirled, a mischievous sprite teasing the edges of my curiosity.

The air in her lungs was running out. Leila was dragged and pulled by the master. A raving desperation teemed inside her. Her eyes felt hot, not from tears, but rage. All of the sudden, her mother’s flute stone was burning hot on her neck and she heard the sound of wind again, loud and clear. The wind was coming from the sky, miles above her. It traveled across the greenery of the Needle Woods and penetrated the pores of the rocky mountains. It was fast as lightning and strong as thunder. Then, it finally gushed into the abyssal cave and filled every tunnel.

The wind suddenly picked up again, intensified, whipping around me until I felt myself pulled away from the others. I heard them shut my name but I couldn't stop the wind from carrying me. I called out, but my voice was swallowed by the force, the distance between us growing. Panic clawed at my chest as I was drawn deeper into the wasteland, the landscape blurring into an indistinct haze. Then, as the gust subsided, I found myself in a pocket of stillness. The air shimmers around me, and that’s when I saw them—figures emerging from the dust.

~Mel~ The wind whipped around me like a storm, tearing at my clothes, pulling my hair in every direction. I was in the center of it all, completely helpless. It felt like being in the eye of a tornado, but there was no calm—just chaos. My heart raced as the whirlwind intensified, and someone’s voice, distant but urgent, pierced through the roar. "Melody! Make it stop!" I spun around, trying to find the source of the voice, but I couldn’t see anyone. It was a female voice, familiar yet strange, but I couldn’t place it.

He tracked her down using the GPS tracking application and found her tending to some flowers in a garden. Sunlight shone down on her face through gaps between the tree leaves. Everything was peaceful and fine, and he suddenly couldn't bear to ruin the atmosphere. Yet, the peace came to an abrupt end when Selena raised her head and caught sight of him. "What are you doing here?" she asked. After a pause, she looked warily at him and added, "How did you find me?" Zachary didn't overlook the repulsion in her eyes. He forced down the sadness in his heart and forced himself to smile. It looked uglier than his crying face.

The wind was an unyielding force, a fierce, cutting presence that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. Amelia stood alone on the cliff, a sharp, vivid energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unexpected. Her chestnut hair whipped wildly in the wind, a fierce, living presence that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. She clutched the medallion shard in her hand, the edge a bright, cutting energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. Her knuckles turned white, a fierce, uncontained force, as the medallion cut into her palm. Her breath was ragged, a bright, vivid energy that filled the space with life and the thr

Just as everyone dispersed, they noticed a sudden surge of chilly wind within the jungle. It started subtly, initially making it hard to detect, but soon it grew stronger. Fwoosh... The chilling wind rose, trapping Adrian and the others within itself. "This valley should be relatively isolated from the outside. How is there such a strong wind here?" remarked one of the followers. Adrian, with his keen perception, instantly detected something was amiss. With furrowed brows, he said, "The strange force of this wind suggests the presence of demonic beasts. Moreover, I suspect their power is extremely formidable."

Elma It started with the wind. Not just any wind. This one in question was deep , cold and unforgiving. If burying myself with books and ancient artifacts has taught me anything? Then it would have been that this wind was a warning. My legs could almost touch my legs as I ran, but I didn’t care, even though I was barefooted and barely able to catch my own breath. I had just one mission and that was to find my way out of the forest… to find my way even though the trees threatened to hold me back.