No Sound But The Wind Novels & Stories

The wind howled greater than before and in the wind a crunch echoed . Jamie turned towards where the sound arose from but the wind that now blew across the base of the snowy mountain prevented him from seeing anything but the echo of the crunch still lingered. His worrisome glare came upon his face when he turned back to look at the fire, he strained his ears and pretended to not have heard the echo of the crunch so as to confirm if he actually heard it or it was the sound of the meat been digested. No sound arose from any corner except the sound of the wind howling loudly, Jamie thought nothing of it and quietly crawled to bed but while they slept, there was a figure in the wind binding it'

The sound of the wind passed through their ears, messing up their hair. Out of the corner of his eye, Edward saw that Clarice had lifted the hair that had been blown a few times. When his hand touched the window switch, he turned it, closed the window, and turned on the cold air. Without the wind piercing their ears, the sound barrier left the inside of the car extremely quiet. Both remained silent, except for each other's breathing and the sound of the cold air coming out of the air conditioner vent. After an unknown amount of time, probably because of this strange silence that made people feel strange, Edward finally opened his mouth and with a calm voice said, "Your friend is an interesti

He looked at me with his hazel eyes. "Before we are flag notes, but a beam joined us together. I wonder what our melody sounds like," he said. He closed his eyes. "If you focus, the wind would show you your melody. Close your eyes Reign and focus." I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of the wind. Auggie held my hand, and we waited for the wind to come and whisper what our melody sounds like. Our melody sounds like a river, rushing in September, together with the howl of the evergreen.

"Fuck! It sounds like we're surrounded! What the fuck is going on?" "It's a trap." Tyler called out, his voice hushed. "They're using the direction of the wind to amplify their breathing." Fuck! It means we had no clue where the invader was hiding! Even with three wolves around me with super hearing, no one was able to tell where the breathing was coming from. For an instant, the wind blew back my hair from my face and in that wind…I heard the whisper of a voice calling my name… "Mirage…" The sound was faint, but still, it was just as eerie.

Lira (POV) The storm has a voice—not a scream or a howl, but a low, steady gnashing that grinds against the cabin walls like teeth on bone. Wind worms through every crack in the timber, hissing secrets I’m too tired to translate. Inside, the air is thick and sharp, soaked with the scent of pine sap, old ash, and sweat—the kind that comes from restraint, not exhaustion.

Her older brother, she imagined, was probably sitting in their family room carving away at the spear that he was making for her from the old tree standing defiantly at the edge of the valley. It was such a quiet atmosphere. Rowan listened to the sound of the wind racing and howling against her closed window. It sounded shrill as it continued to growl outside. However, there was something peculiar about it, as if there was another distant sound blending in with the wind. Rowan listened intently with a curious and anxious look on her face. It almost sounded as though there was some sort of shouting in the distance.

Sophia We walk in silence, the sounds of the forest enveloping us. The crunch of leaves beneath our feet, the distant call of an owl, the soft whisper of the wind through the trees—these are the only noises that fill the air between us. Yet, the silence isn’t empty. It’s thick, almost alive, vibrating with all the things left unsaid, all the emotions neither of us is willing to voice.

The night of the autumn turn is often accompanied by strong winds. The sound of the wind howling was like the howling of a wolf, announcing its presence. As the night progresses, the sound of the wind gets louder as it makes the window rattle nonstop. Looks like Sarah has had enough. “This voice bothers me, Your Highness,” Sarah said while playing with Hayden's nipples. The two seem finished spending another hot night. Hayden pushed Sarah's naughty hand away. Then he got up and went to the window side.

Not the sound of the wind, or the voices in her head, someone called her name A voice as thin as satin. Leah also felt that someone was wandering behind her, she could hear the sound of leaves and dry grass being trampled. It wasn't too close to her, but not so far away that she could hear the sound of the footsteps. Slowly she looked back, there was no one behind there. There was only a bed of gravestones, and a few big trees behind it.

That was more than enough for me. I can still endure it all, so I will keep going no matter what. _ _ _ Must have been the wind Copyright © nostxlgicxx