Running With The Wind Book Novels & Stories

Then, there is a shift in the air. The moon begins to ascend into the sky, climbing higher and higher signalling the time is near. Co-ordinators of The Run – mated wolves whose job is to keep us safe – climb onto the cages keeping the problem females captive. They are waiting for the gun shot to release us. Thankfully, the wind is blowing softly from behind us. I could not get any luckier with nature on my side. With my scent blowing away from the males and deep into the forest, I will be able to get away quickly and find a hiding spot that hopefully has gear or food for me to take. With a grin, I slowly climb to my feet and lazily stretch, preparing my body to run because my life depends on

Elma It started with the wind. Not just any wind. This one in question was deep , cold and unforgiving. If burying myself with books and ancient artifacts has taught me anything? Then it would have been that this wind was a warning. My legs could almost touch my legs as I ran, but I didn’t care, even though I was barefooted and barely able to catch my own breath. I had just one mission and that was to find my way out of the forest… to find my way even though the trees threatened to hold me back.

She ran like there was no tomorrow. The wind seemed to favour her as if flowed towards the direction she was running and she didn't feel any discomfort from it. She pushed herself to run faster as soon as she heard loud heavy footsteps following behind her. Tears rolled out of her eyes as she deeply prayed for the almighties for Leonidas to come and save her. Suddenly she was pushed with such a force that she flew and collided with the tree and... . . . To be continued... . Do let me know your precious thoughts on the chapter in the comments section and don't forget to leave your reviews on the book....

I was tensed as he spoke. "But I also saw a woman who was trying. Who showed up early, stayed late, and never complained. Also someone who helped everyone around her." He paused. "That's not someone who steals." I turned to face him. My eyes burned. "I worked so hard to build this life. So hard to leave my past behind. And now.." I stopped. My voice cracked. Mr. Bernard turned to look at me as he spoke. "Jessica, I'm going to fight this. I don't know how yet. I don't know if I'll win. But I promise you. I'm not giving up."

I could feel the blood trickling down my forehead, and my neck was sore from the impact. I turned to check on my triplets, and thankfully, they were strapped in tightly and had no visible injuries. They were crying and scared, but they were alive. I tried to calm them down, but I was struggling to stay conscious. I quickly unbuckled my seat belt and tried to open the door but it didn't budge. I had to gather the little bits of energy from my wolf to knock the door open and step out. As I stepped out, a gust of wind hit me and brought the scent of petrol. My eyes widened in shock as I realized the car's fuel tank was leaking and dripping fuel. It could explode at any moment.

The wind roared in my ears, tugging at my fur, carrying the scent of pine, moss, and running water. And yet, even as I ran, one thought refused to leave me, Akira. Her scent lingered in my memory, faint but maddening. I tried to ignore the gnawing in my chest and instead focus on my run. As I ran, the forest blurred around me, the rush of wind in my ears and the earth thudding beneath my paws. Every heartbeat drove me deeper into the woods, my mind focused only on the movement, the rhythm that dulled the noise in my head. But then, without warning, something hit me.

Startled, Bella held the thick fur around Remus' wolf neck to keep her from falling. They ran fast… even Bella had to close her eyes because she felt sick. They passed through winding and uphill paths. It seemed they were crossing a slope in the mountains. Sandro's wolf ran in the front.. after that...Rene's golden wolf, in the last row, was Bella and Remus' wolf. Even though it was uphill and winding, Remus didn't seem to have any trouble at all, even though he was carrying an adult human on its back.

I obeyed, letting my body take over as I sprinted through the forest. The wind rushed past me, whipping my hair back and forth. I felt alive, free from the constraints of my human form. My wolf was in control now, and I let him take the reins. We ran for what felt like hours, the forest floor blurring together as we devoured the distance. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, my lungs burning from the exertion, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop.

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.

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.