Novel & Cerita South Wind Knows My Mood

"What's going on?" "How do you feel?" "Better," I check my leg. "The wound is gone," "I hate to do this to you, Mars but I could use your help out here," "What's happening?" "We're clearing the surroundings. Head South-West," "I'm on my way," I agree. "Let them know you've arrived," he instructs. I take a step back and take a deep breath. The breeze carries the scent of copper and fear. Not a good combination, but my hunger responds to it. My mouth immediately fills with saliva and my stomach growls.

The ring felt slightly loose against my skin. “I’ll take it to get resized first thing tomorrow,” he promised quickly. “There’s no need,” I said, looking down at our hands. “Fingers always thin out during the winter. It’ll fit perfectly by the time summer comes around.” He stared down at my hand, then looked back up at the massive curtain of green light dancing across the Arctic sky, a sudden, radiant smile breaking across his face. “You used to say that the northern lights you spent a lifetime chasing were never meant for you, and there was no need to chase them anymore.”

Since it was mid autumn, the morning breeze was slightly cold, bringing a slight shiver on touching the skin. Chris woke up and sat on his bed upright , enjoying the morning rising sun's view. The sun was slightly higher near the horizon and kept a steady rising pace. Chris enjoyed such natural views.. he appreciated even small things, as his mom told him that we should appreciate small things and those things would bring greater happiness. While resting against the headboard of his bed, he realized how true his mom’s words were. He watched till the sun came up fully up in the horizon and rejoiced in its beauty.

“You are my sunshine.. my only sunshine.. you make me happy... when skies are gray.. you'll never know, dear, how much I love you.. please don't take my sunshine away..” His little girls stopped sniffling and turned to face him, with her wide, beautiful eyes watching him closely. He forced a smile to his lips as he tried his hardest to meet her eyes without his eyes rolling back in his head. “I'll always love you.. and make you happy.. if you will only say the same.. but if you leave me and love another.. you'll regret it all some day..” “That is sad and sweet at the same time.” Sunny whispers and Andy nods.

That was more than enough for me. I can still endure it all, so I will keep going no matter what. _ _ _ Must have been the wind Copyright © nostxlgicxx

My dad even told Vincent that he had to bring me back, or he would beat Vincent to death. However, none of that had anything to do with me anymore. Standing up, I looked out the window at the vast white field of snow. I couldn't care less how they were doing now. I only cared that it was snowing. I could invite Madison to go skiing with me. Why waste time mourning the past when I was heading toward a beautiful future?

The temperature dropped drastically, the wind that blew felt colder, piercing the skin's surface. The trees swaying in the wind dance a dance of death that is both beautiful and magical, their dance accompanied by the sound of dry leaves, and the leaves singing as the wind blows them. The hoarse singing was muffled, their singing was like a muffled screams. It was like someone who wanted to scream with his neck choking hard, someone who was in a transitional period between life and death. They sang and danced as if it was the end of the world. The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left

He leaped to the nearby tree and I followed. Climbing up, I froze each branch that my hand, burning with cold, touched. And every hoist of my head, Jose would send a blazing twig or wood to my face. But the wind is my friend, and with the wave of my hand, the morning warm crisp air turned to a freezing one. Jose was a wolf of fire, leaving anything he trekked and touched drowning in flames. Whereas I…I am Tyler Jane Moonstorm, the bringer of cold and storm.

Modei exclaims whistling. He thinks it's wind ! "It looks like a... Storm! Of sand. " Michelle says unsurely. Sao and Winter both give her side glances. 'Oh, she sees it coming from the skies! ' Winter mocks in her head chuckling. 'I bet she can see a lightning bolt in the sand. ' Sao muses . 'Poor Michele. Why would she think sand could ever form a storm! Uw, that rhymes. ' Modei thinks.

Only a swirl of snow, kicked up by a breeze that hadn’t been there a heartbeat before, spinning in a tight column at shoulder-height. It twisted, shivered, then elongated. For a moment, it almost formed a shape—a lean, wolf-lit silhouette with laughing eyes. Then it shredded apart, scattering in all directions. “Who—?” Luna began. “Names,” the wind whispered, now from her left, now from her right. “You wolves are very fond of names. You called for the Moon. She gave you storm. You breathed in my cousin’s rage on those walls you once scrubbed. You think we did not *notice*?”