No Sound But The Wind Novels & Stories

Arthur pov I woke to the sound of wind moving through grass. Not rushing. Not restless. Just the steady passage of air meeting resistance and choosing to continue anyway. It was the kind of sound that could exist whether anyone was listening or not, and I stayed still long enough to let that fact settle.

It was almost entirely bodiless, you could see and experience its effects, but you couldn’t feel them. The leaves in the hedgerow made a dry, scratchy noise as they scuttled about in its wake. The hedgerow itself rustled, as if filled with a thousand little occupants. The branches of the nearby trees creaked as they bent and strained. The bodiless wind intensified and the sounds increased, like a discordant symphony. In the points where each noise overlapped and collided, new sounds could be heard, created by the dissonance. Sally tilted her head and listened carefully.

In far away areas away from land and waters where only the sand and dust was visible with no human and animals, let alone trees in sight of the observer, there was only the sounds of hot, scorching and gushing wind which could blow away anyone in its way and melt down glaciers like it carried immense grief and pain which was enough to drown anyone in agony filled emotions. But something was strange today as it was t oy the sound of wind, but also of something and someone else who made its presence here after many many years. The neighing of horses could be heard mixed

Once he noticed that Ms Vento was being serious and didn't take his statement as a joke, his awkward smile fell and he cleared his throat. Moments passed by in Ash's apartment in complete silence, the only noise being the sound of breathing and the continuous and monotonous ticking of the clock on the wall. Eventually, Ms Vento cleared her throat, letting her head hang as she stared down at her lap and occasionally glancing at the pillows placed neatly on the couch.

He was the strongest wizard of the West. A moment later, an eerie sound of wind rattling along the leaves of the trees is powerful and violent. Willow and Cassandra look at each other when they sense the ruthless blows of wind. “You heard that?” Willow just nodded and glance at the window, the energy drive into the ground screaming like a hurricane that moves along the housetops. He moves his hands to close the window and ordered the others to stay away from the window. “They are here.”

The sound tore through the heavy, sex-thick air of the cabin like a jagged blade. It wasn't the wind, and it wasn't a warning. It was a challenge. A long, mournful, and terrifyingly close howl that vibrated against the windowpanes. Another Alpha.

The mountain was very quiet. It was too quiet. Usually, when I wake up, I hear the birds. I hear the wind playing with the leaves. But this morning, there was nothing. It was a heavy silence. It was the kind of quiet that makes you hold your breath. It was the kind of silence that tells you something is wrong.

Excusing himself for a while, he ran out to the edge of the cliff and gave out a loud retch when he saw something flitting by the corner of his eyes, and a loud wail from a shack nearby on the other mountain range as the wind serves as a better sound carrier than the electronic microphone.

Not a single pair of headlights appeared in the distance. The silence was becoming unbearable. My chest tightened, and before I could stop myself, I hit the horn. The loud blare shattered the quiet, echoing across the darkening road. “H-hello?!” I shouted. My voice sounded small, swallowed by the wind. I pressed the horn again. And again. Nothing. No footsteps. No voices. No cars. Just the sound of the wind and the restless grass. My heart began to beat faster. I slowly slid back into the driver’s seat and shut the door, staring through the windscreen. The road ahead looked darker than it should have been, like shadows had thickened and gathered together.

*Whoooo* The wind pressure generated by the sword slash was akin to the forceful howl of a raging tornado. The winds tore at the ground and created several lacerations in the earth. The wind was so strong that a house would have been uprooted quite easily if it stood in its path; yet neither Destiny nor Red Rose was moved by the strong wind. Though the debris stung their eyes, those orbs remained opened and focused, their gazes fixed onto the sword that sought their lives. The two stood silently, unperturbed by the noise that drowned everything and crushed drums of the ear. It was not until the powerful blade was only a meter away from them that they moved. *Boom*