Madagascar North Wind Novels & Stories

Liam frowned when he saw her point to a spot on the map—one of the islands north of the Albaryn. "Norsethorne? Are you out of your mind?" "No—trust me, this is the port you want," Maxine told him. "You're trying to make the cargo ships go around all of Eiren and North Albaryn? That would take twice as long...!" "Of course not!" Maxine grinned, grabbing a marker and drawing lines across the map. "It won't take twice as long—because from this point on, they'll be entering the North Ocevaris Current. Liam, the Norwegian ocean current! That cargo ship will get there in half the time it would take going through the Albaryn Passage!"

What the hell was that? “I felt that too.” Nathan replied with the same nervous look. “That was a very large magical blast and it came from the north.” He added uneasily. The Western Province is in the north…This does not bode well with me. “What do you think that was?” I whispered anxiously.

Facing West as my coven chants, I say, “Amurru, great wind, which brings devastation to the plains, I summon thee! IM-MAR-TU!” Then I turn to the South, “Sutu! From the desolate lands gallop forth! In the darkness, I shall ride these winds, I summon thee! SU-TU!” Next, I face East, “Sadu, Mountain Wind of the blazing dawn! Send forth the storms of burning rain! I summon thee! IM-KUR-RA!” Finally, I turn to the North, “Istanu, storm winds which split open the land, I summon thee! IM -SI-SA!”

Hardly a living soul was visible as Jo and Zane walked down the streets of Magadan. The wind was blowing at a sharp clip, sending the snow from the ground swirling and biting into their skin. It didn’t bother either of them, but a human would’ve found it quite unpleasant.

Madison still wonders where the woman from the fall went. “What is going on?” she softly asks herself as she creases the bracelet. Few minutes later, the wind become strong and aggressive. People on the rooftop started panicking and evacuating. Madison stood up to enter the building but the wind became more aggressive and caused her to have a hard time walking. The direction of the wind is opposite to the way where Madison is headed. That is why every step she takes becomes hard as it contradicts her body force. The wind become too strong that Madison lost her balance. She got pushed by the wind all the way to the barricade of the rooftop.

Maybe wind isn't the best word. I think back to what happened down by the church, but how to describe it in words ? I push in ‘wind’ and look down over the results. I spot an online encyclopedia about wind. I click on the link, finding a lot of explanations but nothing about wind following a person. The word mythology seems to jump at me and I read: "In Greek mythology the northern wind is named Boreas, the southern wind is Notos, the western wind is called Zephyros and the eastern wind is named Euros". Boreas is marked with a link and I click on that.

The third night after the siege, the wind shifted. It wasn’t the usual howling breath of the storm, nor the bitter bite of war’s fury. This wind came quietly, rolling in from the north with a chill so ancient it seemed to suck warmth from the very air itself. It was a wind older than memory, older than the stones of Emberhold. It whispered of things forgotten, things better left undisturbed.

His hands were clad in fresh, heavy leather riding gloves, and his dark cloak was pinned with the iron crest of the unified capital garrison—a deliberate declaration that he was no longer a rogue weapon held in reserve, but the commander of the realm’s ultimate offensive engine. He walked to Natalia's side, his amber eyes scanning the horizon with a steady, lethal focus that matched her own. "The wind is shifting to the north-west," Dmitry remarked, his voice a quiet vibration in the cold air. "It will pull the coastal fog out into the channel, creating a blind alley that stretches for twelve leagues. If our oarsmen maintain a steady three-knot stroke, we will clear the outer sandbars before

Each one, even the ones that knew of whispering of what was happening, would be destroyed by being mute. The winds picked up as we neared the mountain. The snows of the north had filtered down into the valley in which the tribe stood. Thick flakes brushed along our scales, large gusts of wind blew by, causing Amora to hang back further. Nicholas, being a fit mate for her, stayed behind while I led the front.

Leon replied. Claire's face turned red when she heard that. Her heart was beating fast even though she wanted to think negatively and cursed Leon once again. She tried to lock her mouth tightly. "Oh, I just remembered something!" exclaimed Leon suddenly startling Claire. "That's shocking!" exclaimed Claire curtly. “The Notus Wind. We might be able to use it to get to the south quickly?” asked Leon. Claire widened her eyes. "Why didn't you think about it earlier?" she asked in a blaming tone. Claire couldn't help it, she wanted to blame Leon so badly. But the man still smiled.