Running With The Wind Book Novels & Stories

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.

I didn’t sleep a wink all night. The next morning, Chloe burst into the room, beaming with excitement. “Let’s go to that North Star restaurant today! I got so incredibly lucky—I finally managed to book a table!” Valen smiled warmly. “Sure.” I lowered my head silently. We had explicitly agreed to tour the Golden Circle today, and I had already booked the entire itinerary. Yet, everything had to make way for Chloe. No one even bothered to ask for my opinion.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

Sound carried in layers, wind moving through leaves, small animals shifting far off, even subtle vibrations beneath the ground reaching me clearly without effort. “This is what you ignored for too long,” my wolf said inside me, not accusing, just stating it. “I didn’t ignore it,” I replied, adjusting my stance, “I lost access to it.” I took my first step forward, then another, testing my balance, and when nothing resisted me, I broke into a run without forcing it. My body moved naturally between the trees, adjusting instantly to every shift in terrain, every turn, every change in ground. The wind pressed against me as I ran, and instead of resistance, there was control in it. I moved deeper

Brielle I was breathing heavily as I ran, my feet hammering into the hard, icy ground. The moonlight danced through the towering trees, illuminating my route with long, sinister shadows. Branches nibbled at my face and arms, and the air was heavy with the odour of wet leaves. That wasn't the worst of it, though. No, the worst was what I was running through- what I was trying to escape. Dead animals.

A soft breeze brushed against the back of my neck, beckoning my attention. “Here we go again,” I muttered under my breath as I began to let the breeze take me into its current. I snaked between trees and the underbrush of the forest, trying to keep up with the blistering pace it had set. It was like I was in a marathon and all I could do was pray I could keep up. Why was the wind in such a hurry today? Something didn’t feel right.

— Beta Calypso — The wind by the flowing river feels colder tonight, instantly drying the droplets of sweat that remained around my neck and back. I’d just finished another run, the adrenaline still rushing in me as my heart pumped, but it became slower and slower. I used my hands to scoop some water and splashed it on my face. It was refreshing, and equal parts awakening. I haven’t felt this energized in a while, especially when Viktor’s been on our ass for Goddess knows how long now.

Heyyyyyyyyy I'm pretty glad I'm done with those two. I'm hurting too. Being the Don's Obsession is finished now as the second book in the series, "Angels for the Demons." Gianna Venditti and Zayne Xavier, this has to be the easiest book I've ever written, all thanks to you all for taking out time to comment and bug me. Lol, I love that too. Mint Mocha, you deserve a special chapter. I think I hurt you the most. Lol.

I had a conglomerate to run and a pack that was growing restless with the city’s peace. I reached my car, the obsidian paint reflecting the harsh streetlights. My driver already had the door cracked open. I was halfway through a text to my father when the scent hit me like a bucket of water thrown at my face. Ozone. Vanilla. And the sharp, metallic tang of pure adrenaline. Then, a warm, delicate touch grazed my shoulder. My wolf could have reacted in a sharp, lethal defence... but it didn't. In fact, it waited. A pair of small, trembling arms hooked around my neck.

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.