No Sound But The Wind Novels & Stories

The night wind blew heavy, the trees swaying as if trying to hold on to their roots their last lifeline to the earth. Each gust roared like an angry spirit, and yet, they stood firm, gripping the soil as thunder cracked across the sky. "Wrecking Ball" played faintly in the background its echo carried by the wind through the thick forest as Riven's car sliced the darkness like a shadow on a mission. The music blended with the storm, a strange melody of heartbreak and violence.

The sound of the wind battering the windows is like a wild animal trying to get in, a roar that cuts through the walls and blends with the constant murmur of the raging sea outside, where the night feels thicker and wetter than ever; John paces back and forth, phone in hand, brow furrowed, lips tight, and though he tries to hide it, I know the call he just got isn’t something he can fix with a smile and a couple of confident lines.

, plugged in headphones to listen. Don't leave me alone. Don't leave me alone. It's so cold, it's so cold Why did you leave me alone? Don't leave me alone. Don't leave me alone. Windy afternoon Windy afternoon Why did you leave me? Some words some words The sound of love or prayer Some music some music Music to call people or music to call souls Don't be silent don't be silent With the sound of hammers nails. Don't give off scent. Don't give off scent

I crawl up on my knees and try to pull the kids behind me. A low thundering sound alerts me to the pack guard making their way from all directions. Another sound seems to overpower them. Deer? Elk? No, this sound is too heavy. Thundering horse's hooves? It’s definitely horses. The breeze picks up to a howling wind and a powerful energy fills the air, making even Saint bow his head.

her young partner added, sounding assured. As they were speaking I heard a sudden but loud thunder from outside, followed by sudden fast blow of spin chilled wind that instantly opened closed door of all windows around us. ‘THUD… THUD…. THUD…. THUD… THUD…. THUD…. THUD… THUD…. THUD…. THUD… THUD…. THUD….’

The wind knows everything. So why would I even wonder why he did I just smiled not being able to let the sunlight hurt my eyes. The leaves that hugged me tightened even more. And the whistling of the air around made my hearing even better. It seems like music that I will never forget. Especially the only creature that is capable of doing so. Wyn, why don't you come over? I entered his mind. And even without him by my side I was still able to hear his voice carried by the wind.

It didn’t just hold; it burned clean and loud, stitched tight by something deeper than choice. Out beyond the trees, a wolf lifted its head once more. Somewhere far off, their voices rose into the night air. A long note cut through silence, then another joined it. From hidden places came that old sound, sharp and low. It started to faint, grew stronger, and carried on by the cold wind. Stillness sits where laughter stood. Quiet fills the space that once jumped with light. In warning.

I close my eyes and let the city noise fade until there’s nothing left but the sound of my own breathing and the cold October wind knocking on the glass like it wants to be let in. I don’t open the door.

The eerie silence amplifies the pounding of her heart, and her voice trembles as she calls out into the void, "Hello?" Instead of a comforting response, the forest responds with a cacophony of snarls from unseen creatures and the unsettling chirping of birds. In an instant, the sky transforms, clouds gathering to cast an ominous shadow over the surroundings. The once gentle breeze intensifies into a heavy gust, causing the leaves to rustle and dance in the cold wind.

“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.