No Sound But The Wind Novels & Stories

The next morning, the Hollow woke with a wind that screamed. It wasn’t the playful rustling of leaves or the occasional howl of the distant wilds. This wind was angry, it sounded like a thousand voices howling through a shattered veil. It clawed at the trees, bending them to its will, and made the sanctuary stones hum with unease.

The forest is pitch-black and silent, and blood pumps loudly in my ears. I close my eyes, tapping into my feelings. I allow myself to feel the full extent of my fear, my frustration, and my sadness. Slowly, a breeze picks up and grows into a howling wind. I focus on it, forcing it to find Braden. “Braden,” I whisper into the wind. “Braden, I need you.” My voice echoes through the trees as the wind carries my whispers before silence settles over me. My heart leaps into my throat when there is a rustle in the trees nearby. But before I can move, a hand claps over my mouth, and I am tackled to the ground.

"Wheezing... Wheezing..." There came a gust of wind all of a sudden. Faintly, a strange sound was heard in the wind. Ding Hao listened carefully and could not help showing an amazed expression. Because the sound was changing with the wind. It sometimes sounded like a Holy Spirits' battle song, sometimes like the neighs of horses and the clashes of weapons, others it was like countless elderly, weakened people, women and children weeping. It also sounded like the howls of beasts, and sometimes like the roars of devils...

A sound that shouldn’t exist anymore. I pressed my hands flat against the windowsill, leaning out just enough to let the cold wind slap my face. My brown wavy hair whipped around my cheeks. “Come out if you’re there,” I called softly, trying to sound bold like I always did. “Stop hiding like a coward.” The whistle stopped. Silence swallowed everything except my own heartbeat thundering in my ears. The curtains brushed against my arms, cold and damp from the night air. Then, just as I started to pull back inside, the whistle started again. Fainter. Farther away. But still the same tune. Still Tristan’s.

While following whispers, I reached out somewhere, and I didn't even realise it. Where the hell am I? Those whispers were like a melody, and they hypnotised me into coming here. There is no light here; it looks like a rooftop shelter. When I sneaked inside, while decided to check. I noticed the moon was covered by some pretty solid clouds. The freezing wind is now howling through the windows and broken glass. BOOOOOO...... "What was the sound?" I looked around the surroundings. The wind touched me so close, even though there are no doors and windows here—where is the air coming from?

I don’t blame him as I am unnerved by it as well. The main issue here, other than ghosts and spirits is the complete lack of ordinary sounds. Like, there is no breeze, no sound of animals scurrying around. It might be because of the winter, but still…when we were back in the forest in Montana, there were plenty of sounds. But here? Nothing.

Then I realize with a start that there is no wind. Not even the trees are moving. By the second night, I can’t sleep. The hum turns to a low keening, mournful and coaxing, begging me to come out and look. Erik doesn’t hear it, even lying beside me with his face pressed into the crook of my neck. I fight the urge to wake him and ask whether he can feel something wrong. The moment I think the question, the sound pulses again, insistent and intimate. It isn’t trying to scare me. It’s calling to me.

*Mia Taylen Gideon's POV* --- The sound of the wind hitting the sail is the only noise that I can hear, and it gives me this gloomy feeling inside. I just don't know what to think right now. I can't think of anything recently. I think my mind is all blank. Trauma? Maybe.

The whisper of wind through the trees. And the sound. That beautiful, rhythmic sound in my ear. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Her heart is still beating. And so I keep breathing.

"The wind—it's getting dangerous!" "I just know," Kael whispered as he watched the wind accelerate into a screaming vortex. He could hear her cries shift from sobs to a loud, agonizing scream that ripped through the air, echoing off the cliffs. The sound was visceral, filled with years of loneliness, hatred, and a grief so heavy that he felt it too.