Run With The Wind Novel English Novels & Stories

Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and went back to the work that lay in front of her. Her life had already moved far ahead, much like a feather being carried in the wind.

The night air lashed against my face as I ran. Too slow. Too damn slow. I shifted mid-run, the beast inside me tearing free without restraint. The world blurred. The ground practically vanished beneath my feet as my speed exploded into something savage. I ran like a madman. Branches whipped against my fur as I tore through the northern terrain, my senses flaring wider open the deeper I went. My heart pounded with a violence that had nothing to do with the run. Forbidden territory. Of all things… forbidden territory. Damn it, Emily.

Zions POV I swear those kids and their sister look and feel so familiar yet I can’t figure out from where. As soon as I get home I need to talk to mom, she should hopefully be able to tell me more. We all shift into our wolves and run back to the pack as soon as we hit the borders I link the twins and let them know I’m heading home to check on my family and I’ll meet them at the pack house for dinner. As soon as I get home Treasure runs straight into my arms .

Never once looking back. And as softly as he could, he whispered to the wind, hoping the forest would aid his words and help it reach Kavan, "I'm sorry." With a determined face, Fyn ran as fast as his legs could carry him. The air didn't smell of leaves and plants anymore. And he can't help but be thankful for that. Even though the air reeked of smoke and sea, he greedily relished it all. Closing his eyes as he inhaled the polluted air. Wiping the sweat dripping from his forehead, he stopped running, bending forward to place his hands on his knees. Breathing heavily, he opened his eyes and looked around.

Running as if it was nothing, every leaf I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. That thing happened countless of times already. In my tribe, some even says it as joke. A thrill of chasing to make every mate’s bond stronger. How funny, this may be the first ever occurrence of an Alpha, running away in his own wedding.

Once I hear him getting up and changed I do the same on Aidan’s door, then Ben’s. “The Langham isn’t that far.” Aidan says as we sprint down the stairs. He takes the lead as we run through the city. ‘Faster.’ Flint growls. Fuck! I hope she’s okay. She has to be okay. ____________________________ Faye ‘Ahh Hey Heyyyyy Heyyyyy’ The music notes float through me. It grips me and takes over my entire body. All I can do is close my eyes and dance. So I dance. And dance. And dance.

This is the first time this has happened to me, but I have no time to worry about it. Then I run, even more, taking advantage of the fact that I can see, without looking back, avoiding rocks and trees so fast that I don't understand how I do it. Behind me, there are noises of an animal, but it must be my imagination or so I hope with all my forces.

Yet, they saw the bird rise in the air and fly through the territory while the two alphas below him began to run. The winds were flowing in their silken fur and it looked like they were floating in the wind instead of running. Their furs glistened in the sun that was beginning to set as it sent reddish orange rays on the ground, painting the grass in various colors of yellow to red. The horizon looked beautiful, magnificent even, and Valencia breathed in the grass. She loved running and it was a good exercise to get over the fact that she could use the exercise to let out her frustration and anger.

They would move against resistance: a bit like runners in a rushing storm. Helen liked running. Every evening she’d go, and she knew what headwinds felt like. You are running and running. Your heart starts pounding faster until each breath catches in your throat. Every of your muscles cramps up, and what’s driving you on is the bend on the far horizon where the wind might finally be at your back. But when you reach it and turn, the storm changes direction. Even so, you don't want to give up, because further back, you see another bend, and as long as there is any left, so is hope for tailwind.

Alexander May sprinted into the night, through the vastly dense forest, he started to shift into his wolf form. The air was fresh and crisp with a strong wind ruffling his tan fur. He stopped to sniff the air, trying to gather any scent that may give him direction. He looked into the darkness with his sea blue eyes, trying to find any clues to the mystery.