Reap The Whirlwind Book Novels & Stories

Just like what happened to me in my previous life. When I heard of their death, the weight on me was instantly relieved. Those who brought about my tragic end were gone at last. The winter of my life ended, and I was heading toward spring.

"Mom, are we really moving out?" I smiled, smoothing his hair. "Yes, sweetheart. We're moving to a bigger, safer home." My phone buzzed with a call from Joshua. He asked softly, "Got you both?" "Yeah," I replied, watching the city blur past the window, a weight lifted from my chest. "We're fine." "What about Neville and that woman who hurt you?" he asked, his tone hardening. I paused, my gaze steely. "In my last life, they drove Ansel and me to our deaths. This time, I won't just ruin them. I'll make them watch everything they value turn to dust."

LYRA’S POV The Rift slept lightly. Every shadow seemed to breathe, waiting for something to happen, something I couldn’t name yet. The air smelled of iron and frost, and beneath it all, I could still taste the smoke from the last fire Kael built. He said the light kept the whispers away, but I wasn’t sure which whispers he meant — the ones that crawled from the deadlands, or the ones that came from inside my own skull.

Her sandals drop into the sand with a dull thud as she turns, walking fast back up the beach, her figure shuddering against the silver stretch of morning light. I stand frozen, Gavin’s hand still in mine, my throat thick with everything unsaid. The tide rushes in, erasing her footprints almost as soon as she leaves them. But her words—those won’t be washed away so easily. The echo of Mara’s voice lingers even after her figure disappears into the dunes, each word cutting deeper the longer the silence stretches.

Mandy’s calm voice transmitted to their ears, “What’s going on?” As soon as she finished speaking, Levi waved his hand again, and the ground surged. Outside the Crepuscolo magic barrier, the wind grew stronger and faster, turning into a whirlwind that swept away the rebels’ tents and scattered their provisions. While everyone was still in awe, the whirlwind suddenly rose like a dragon into the azure sky, sweeping away every single cavalryman and soldier into the air. The whirlwind scattered the dust, like the wind blowing away yellow leaves, and in the blink of an eye, the eighty thousand rebels in front of Crepuscolo vanished without a trace.

Thunder clapped harder in the sky, and the whitish things multiplied. I watched in satisfaction as the duo started yelling in pain. The whirlwind is now spinning them badly, and I can see it starting to consume their souls. The agony screams grew louder with each passing moment, and for the first time in a long time, I felt at peace. However, my moment of joy was cut short when I saw the whirlwind start disappearing. Not only that, the whitish substance has disappeared from their bodies as well.

They shouted. A great wind blew the trees in front of us. They outstretched their free hand, and a powerful white beam emanated from them and blasted Javicia. Javicia screamed into the night as her body cracked like an eggshell. A white light emanated from the cracks, and she shattered into pieces, her screams dissolving into the night. The whirlwind stopped, and everywhere became calm. I stood up slowly from the porch stairs and walked up to Hope and Solomon. I bent down to Hope, who was still on the ground.

“I’m scared!” I could barely hold onto her. The wind clawed at us, threatening to lift us off our feet. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her down with me, both of us dropping horizontally onto the cold ground. We pressed ourselves flat, fingers digging into the grass and soil, desperate for anything to keep us anchored. The whirlwind intensified, howling like a vengeful spirit. As I lifted my head slightly, I saw her a translucent woman hovering above the ground, her long hair and tattered dress whipping wildly in the storm she herself had summoned. From her outstretched hands poured the ferocious gale, twisting violently around us.

The energy of the red whirlwind was continuously absorbed by Wilbur, causing the storm to weaken gradually. "Curse you!" Patrick chanted an incantation, and the light pillar connecting him to the sky intensified several times over. With this surge of energy, Patrick reversed the tide of the battle. The red storm grew stronger again, and with a powerful gust, Wilbur was sent flying backward.

“I won’t let you take him!” “Selene!” Alaric shouted, staggering to his feet. He reached for her, but the wind pushed him back, separating him from his family. The old woman’s voice rose above the storm, clear and unwavering. “One soul must return!” And then, with a final pulse of light, the book tore itself apart. Pages scattered like embers into the wind, each glowing fragment vanishing as it drifted away. The vortex collapsed with a deafening crack, and silence fell.