Misty Winds Novels & Stories

Elias wrapped his arm around Tania, guiding her away from the bustling press. Night had fallen, and a chilly breeze was blowing. Without thinking, Elias slipped off his jacket and placed it gently on Tania's shoulders. Tania shivered from the cold and nestled closer into Elias's embrace. Samuel stood in the crowd, his gaze fixed on Tania from afar. Whispers and stares surrounded him. Lucy lay unconscious on the ground, but Samuel had no intention of helping her.

The soles of my shoes feel tacky, clinging to the pavement as I walk toward the spire, and I don’t look down, but I know it’s congealing blood I’m walking through. I pass graffiti-stricken brick and a mosaic of mirror fragments stuck in a cement wall. My face fractures, kaleidoscopic, eyes too far apart. The hooves are getting closer. The scraping of steel on brick sings to me. A gentle wind rises, sending scraps of paper and trash scudding past my legs. It carries a voice: Khye-rang go tshen-la ga-re zhu-gi yö? With the wind comes fog and the tang of the river, a faint odor of burning hair, and I know that I have dreamed this dream before. Did the beast catch me last time? Have I seen its s

Not bad getting a free motorcycle taxi, Cogan is also a pillion. Either it is used or instinct. I also hugged the child without feeling awkward, to be safe. I leaned back, feeling every gust of wind blow against my face. Wind, please convey my longing to my husband, who is struggling on the other side of the world. Without realizing it, my tears were dripping. I let my tears run down David's leather jacket. "Miss want to take a walk?" I just nodded. I don't know where to take it. I kept hugging David and leaning behind him. I'm already comfortable.

She shyly whisphers It was a good thing she was in front of me, she wouldn't see how wide I'm grinning right now, I accidentally caught a flower as a strong gust of wind brush upon us. I was holding it in front of me to see how it will suit Kristina to wear this kind of hair accesories. Then, my eyes trailed down to her hands.

But the moment she pushed open the private room's door, her breath caught in her throat. Standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows was Wesley. His dark eyes were blazing like fire, locked onto her. "Em…" His deep voice trembled with restrained madness. "I've finally found you."

It was unlikely we would both be allowed to pair with each other, but it wasn't impossible. "Silence," Mrs. Periwinkle said, and everywhere quietened. Despite her advanced age, her voice carried powerful commands that couldn't be resisted. With just one word, every student would stop whatever they were doing. So, aside from being tagged as the duck, she was the grand witch of Mystic Academy.