Stigma Of The Wind Novels & Stories

I can just imagine the shock on their faces, right before the disgust and disdain would surely follow suit. The thought of what I was planning to end the night with, made me feel disgusted in myself for a fleeting moment— the feeling of disgust has been swimming through my veins since the moment I made up my mind to finally come here, this morning. I have a girlfriend for heaven’s sake, a beautiful one at that. Am I even entitled to use the word ‘heaven’ at the moment? Knowing that I was currently in a place where churches preach against and also vehemently warn their members to steer completely clear of.

Of course, Felicity had been sent to prison by the Hough family, while some of Ivy's ashes had been recollected and buried once more. However, ever since then, Jason could not hear anything to do with dancing. Once, at a banquet, an uninformed partner gifted him a female companion, proudly mentioning that she had a dance background. The man thought he was catering to Jason's taste. Instead, he had stepped directly on a landmine. Jason had stiffened on the spot. The partner gained nothing and was permanently blacklisted from the Hough Corporation. Everyone assumed Jason hated dancing, but Gabriel knew better. He knew that Jason was afraid. Every time he heard about words related to dance, he

I belong to the city of Wind, Anemestiras, which was known for being the most silent and peaceful place among all the cities, but now it is the complete opposite. The whistling wind is now rough, as numerous tornadoes are accumulated from the dark skies. Everyone is already on their knees as they call all the names of the deities to ask for help. But based on what I see, even the deities of the upper realm cannot do anything about this. Not even my deity. It not that I underestimate my deity. It is just, the situation is beyond the control of anyone, that even the deities themselves cannot contain. The atmosphere is heavy as well, as the wind was blowing too harsh, making all the houses coll

Elias wrapped his arm around Tania, guiding her away from the bustling press. Night had fallen, and a chilly breeze was blowing. Without thinking, Elias slipped off his jacket and placed it gently on Tania's shoulders. Tania shivered from the cold and nestled closer into Elias's embrace. Samuel stood in the crowd, his gaze fixed on Tania from afar. Whispers and stares surrounded him. Lucy lay unconscious on the ground, but Samuel had no intention of helping her.

Scars. “I only have this tattoo as a means of covering the stigma they branded on me. This scar is meant to tell the rest of the world how useless I am. That I’m a pitiful Omega with no place in society. I’m to be despised by every werewolf who sees it. It’s a target on my back, declaring that I’m a rogue wolf. That I’m free-game, to be hunted down by any pack I approach in the future. Living in the wild seems like a fate worse than death. Freedom for me would be…impossible.”

“Your file is not exactly a testament to stability, Mr. Stalker. ‘Operational failure resulting in mass casualty.’ A man desperate for redemption—or for a paycheck—might do many things.” The words struck like blows, each word landing on a bruise that would never heal. Sandstorm. Desert heat, screeching metal, silence that followed. Official paper that hired him as institutional failure buffer human. He could feel ghostly grit between his teeth, the weight of the charred sandal in his hand.

He didn't even spare me the tape I got to seal the windows. "Lottie's in trouble. I have to go and save her." I grabbed his sleeve. "There's a hurricane raging outside. No public transport will be available right now. Are you planning to walk over? Also, you've taken everything—what about me?" I was only saying these out of concern for his safety. Yet, Calvin only viewed me as a selfish, self-centered woman.

Dad and I arrived in Aztalia just in time for the country's rainy season. The pain in my knees flared in waves because of the cold. It was a chronic issue I had developed after that time I knelt in the snow. Dad brought over a hot compress for me. "I should've beaten the bastard to death when I had the chance all those years ago," he lamented. I smiled and hugged him, whining childishly, "Yeah, Dad. Why didn't you?"

Henna will be mad if she has to buy me new books already. This stupid shade over my head is doing less to nothing to protect me from the rain. It's started to get really cold now. The wind is blowing ghastly almost, it seems like it must be storming in some places. Glad it's not happening here. I wouldn't like the idea of getting washed away from the earth with the harsh wind as much as Gabriel would like that. I have to admit though, I really like storms, I don't know why but It gives me inner peace, makes me all giddy for some unknown reason.

"Whisper Wind." "Exactly," Fennigan said, standing up, his energy radiating through the room. "We accuse him of the destruction of Whisper Wind. We don't make it about the twins. We make it about the Earth. We trigger a tribunal that forces him to leave his glass tower and stand in the middle of the wasteland he created." "And once he is there," Leela whispered, her eyes glowing with elemental power, "he isn't hidden anymore. The earth remembers what he did. If he steps foot on that poisoned soil..."