No Sound But The Wind Novels & Stories

They all strained their ears and tried to pick up on any sound they could hear. Just then, the wind grew stronger, whipping through the trees and making the leaves rustle loudly. A light clink, which sounded like it was made with a bell, rang out before disappearing in the gusty wind. "I think I heard the sound of a windchime. Did you guys hear that?" Peter asked. "No." Everyone shook their heads again. Hugh patted Peter on the shoulder. "Don't be so tense. With Dr. York here, we'll be fine."

Maybe that was what stung the most. ‘You’re quiet,’ Maureen muttered, her tone softer now. ‘Be quiet too,’ I warned her. The wind picked up, carrying the scent of dust and forthcoming downpour. The clouds above had gathered, pressing down on the horizon like they were waiting for someone’s permission to break. A deep rumble rolled in the far-off hills, booming and ceaseless. The kind of sound that swallowed every other sound. I drew my vest tight, but the cold still crept beneath the fabric the deeper we went.

It sounded peaceful. Arte didn't want to search anymore. She was tired. So cold. Her chest felt icy and hollow. Suddenly, a thought came to her mind. "Hey..." She said, trailing off. "Who is she talking to?" Raven asked, an eyebrow raised. The other three were equally clueless. "I should give you a name, right? I thought of one," Arte whispered. Ayame's eyes flew wide open, and she lunged forward, grabbing Ghost's wrist "Turn it off quickly! She's going to name her spirit!" She exclaimed. Herrington panicked, Ghost was confused, as was Raven. They didn't know anything about a spirit. But it was too late. "Tempest"

“Hey, It’s alright. I understand. I really do.” “If there was another way, I promise--” A deafening sound echoed through the entire house, sharp and deep—like thunder rolling in from a violent storm. “What was that?” Ash asked, clutching her ears like the rest of us. Before anyone could answer, a powerful gust of wind surged through, hitting us like a crashing wave. I had to grip the countertop just to stay upright. Aiden’s jaw was tight, his eyes dark with concern as he pulled Ashira into his arms, shielding her from the relentless force of the wind.

The sound just bounced off the walls and came back to me, hollow and pointless. My breathing hitched, sharp and uneven. The silence followed close behind, too wide, too loud. By the time I reached the doors, my heartbeat was pounding in my ears. I shoved against them, but the wind shoved back. Hard and stubborn, like even the church couldn’t bear to let me go. I leaned in with everything I had. The doors gave. As I stepped outside, the wind slammed them shut behind me, loud, sudden, and final. The crack of it echoed through the night like a warning.

Magnus held his broadsword, its blade etched with ancient runes meant to ward off dark magic. The wind picked up suddenly, howling through the trees like a ghostly wail. It tore through the forest with such force that the three of them had to brace themselves, the gust nearly knocking them off their feet. Leaves and debris swirled around them, creating a cyclone of movement that obscured their vision. The howling grew louder, almost deafening, until it felt like the forest itself was screaming in warning.

Yet he still clung to his last breath, leaving these traces on the ground so she could follow them and find him. The sound of the wind passing through the forest grew increasingly eerie. It was no longer like sobbing or roaring, but carried a cold, deathly stillness. Even the cries of insects and beasts vanished without a trace. The entire mountain forest was terrifyingly silent, save for her labored breathing, which rang clearly in the darkness.

My mom sent me a voice message. She sounded surprised and happy. “Wendy, you’ve finally come to your senses! I told you Sean isn’t good enough for you. I’ll send you the contact information for your blind date soon.” I told her that I would be back in three days. After our conversation ended, the door handle turned. Following that, Sean entered in a wheelchair. When he saw me sitting on the couch, he frowned and scolded me out of habit, “Didn’t you say you’d celebrate my birthday? Why are you just sitting there?”

WARNING: SENSITIVE AND EXPLICIT SENSES. " Husband, I've missed you. Have sex with me! " Silence! A strong whooshing breeze accompanied by the sounds of pelting rain seemed to make the cold night even more colder. Pleasantly cold, and extremely quiet. The more It rained, the more It became quieter. So quiet, even the rash twin racing hearts could clearly be heard. Dum! dum! dum!! It began. Then came the wind too, flapping the wings of a little butterfly close to the garden. Where the big devil, and his little woman blankly stood.

Immediately, someone in the crowd below the stage whispered out in shock. However, the sound wave was very fast, yet the Royal Wind Harp Sage still had his eyes closed, and his fingers flicked along with the notes that he was going to play, and a greencolored sound wave was sent out, which instantly canceled out Xiao Chen's sound wave.