No Sound But The Wind Novels & Stories

" you still lives in the silences .... Between my thoughts " The night it was raining hard . The water droplets were dripping down the window panel with a pitter patter sound . The whole dark sky was lightened with the clouds roaring . The thundering was producing a striking ghostly effect on the sky . It was both frightening and soothing . The wind blows produces aeolian sound on the windows scaring the shadows themselves .

It created a narrow choke point where the wind shrieked through broken window frames. The sound was high-pitched and relentless. Auditory texture: sharp, whistling, cutting through the thin air. The vibration of the wind rattled the loose glass in the frames above my head, a rhythmic clatter that masked the sound of fifty Sand-Eaters breathing in the dark. "Hold," I whispered into the comms. My own voice felt like grit in my throat. My jaw was locked, the masseter muscles bunching until my molars ached. The Sand-Eater Alpha crouched beside me. He licked his chops, a wet, repetitive sound. His yellow eyes were dilated, fixated on the horizon where a cloud of red dust rose into the atmosphere.

“There is nothing but the wind,” she muttered under her breath and creased her brows. Why do the words don’t feel like they were hers even though they came out through her mouth? ‘Weird,’ she thought to herself but felt glad for somehow it ease the fear in her heart. Those strange noises had been ongoing for a long time now and light hasn’t come back. She wanted to fall asleep yet, she couldn’t. Those scary noises had been making it impossible for her to do so.

"You guys always this fun, or is this just special treatment for me?" Silence. Buzz-cut guy at the door didn’t even blink. His jaw was set like stone. The other one, window guy, flicked his eyes toward me but didn’t say a word. I snorted. "Alright. Guess I’ll just sit here and…" Then I heard it. It was faint. Distant. A sound that didn’t belong. Not the wind. Not an animal. Something else. Something wrong. Window guy went rigid. His head snapped toward the sound, his entire body shifting into high alert.

“Then I’ll die of curiosity.” They took no more than a dozen steps before the stillness of the air exploded into a strong wind of searing temperature. His gusts lashed at their faces, forcing them to close their eyes, or even better, shield them with a palm or a cloak. At the same time, the silence was replaced by a strange rustle and a sound similar to the flapping of a banner in the wind. -What the hell?! - Merde ! -Oh my God!

“DO NOT LET THEM—” The sound cut, swallowed by another noise. A low, rolling boom. Not natural thunder. Too close. Too solid. Walls cracking. Stone giving way. The air in that distant place shuddered. Screams rose. High. Brief. Luna’s hand clenched on the branch until her knuckles turned white. The wind around her shivered. The next breath she drew in the pines tasted only of resin again. The vision snapped. She staggered. Snow crunched under her boot as she caught herself, heart racing, lungs working like bellows.

I walked the edge of the ridge, the moon behind heavy clouds. Kieran followed but didn’t speak. We just stood there in silence, listening to the wind. And then…far in the distance, from the mountain’s lower base… A sound broke the quiet. Not an alarm, not a roar, but a howl. But it wasn’t mine; it wasn’t wild. It was controlled. Chilling. Almost ceremonial. One long note, held for too many heartbeats. Then another answered it, then a third…and more. Twelve in total.

I spoke aloud in my usual manor to myself. I tried to move my legs, but I was unable to move anything other than my head. I thought I should begin to panic but my body seemed to be relaxed. I turned my head to look, no one else was around. I heard a strong wind coming from above me. I turned back my head before looking upward. There weren’t many trees around and my clear view should have allowed me to see anything. I heard the noise again, attempting to follow. Still unable to see anything I became frustrated. I closed my eyes to listen for the sound. If I didn’t know any better, I would guess really large wings of some sort. Maybe an eagle?

The forest was a symphony of indifference. Wind tuned the pines to a low, rushing chord. Brittle ferns crunched underfoot in percussive snaps. Somewhere high up, a hawk’s cry sliced through it all, a lone, sharp note that didn’t care if anyone heard it. After the suffocating silence of the stone room, the noise was almost violent. Elara walked, her body moving on a mandate deeper than thought: away.

Entering the Void was like Clipping through a wall in a broken simulation. One step, I was on the frozen tundra, the wind biting at my face. The next, the sound of the wind simply cut out. There was no air pressure. No temperature. There was only a rhythmic, low-pitched Static that vibrated through the soles of my boots. We walked into the grey.