Stigma Of The Wind Novels & Stories

Like a rattling of roof during a heavy rain. My chest hurt. And I had a minute of doubt to what Anthony said that I hated my mother. If I hate her, then why I was here, wailing under the scorching heat of the afternoon sun? The wind blew cold against my damp skin. My body's shuddering diminish after awhile and I had to look around for some seat. And I saw bench not far from where I was standing. I took a deep breathe before I strode towards that white thing.

Her expression was filled with sympathy and helplessness as she took my hand and spoke earnestly, “Jenna, please don’t blame Miles for hiding this from you. For four years, Wendy has swallowed her pride and never asked to be official.” Four years? My mind went blank. My stomach dropped. I suddenly found it impossible to breathe. Did this mean that Wendy’s existence was not just a drunken accident half a year ago? Ruth gently patted the back of my hand and tried to persuade me softly, “I watched you grow up, Jenna. I care about you. But you have to think about Miles, too. “With the trauma you suffered, you won’t let him touch you for ten days or even two weeks at a time. He’s a healthy, robus

"You know that's not what I meant," Alpha Ethan said. "But that's exactly how I understand it," I retorted. Looking at the he-wolf before me, I felt only an unbearable sense of unfamiliarity. I turned away and left without looking back. The wind along the way was biting. Shivering with cold, I walked until I reached the river at the border, a place where no one knew me. Only then did I dare to gasp heavily for air and brace myself against a tree trunk as I sank into a crouch.

At one point, I genuinely wanted to blow everything up the way powerful men in movies do and drag everyone down together. Alas, my upbringing got in the way, and I chose to look the other way. Still, I never expected my compromise would only make them bolder. My grandfather, Bruce, must have been devastated by the news to land himself in the hospital. Jolene only remembered that her lover couldn't handle public criticism, but forgot that the old man who treated her like his own granddaughter was suffering from heart disease as well. She had forgotten that Bruce couldn't be put through such a wringer.

​The following week, the Harmattan winds arrived early, blowing in from the Sahara like a silent, arid ghost. They brought a fine, chalky dust that coated the vibrant greens of Lagos in a dull, ghostly grey, turning the bustling city into a faded photograph. The neighborhood felt tired, as if the dust had settled not just on the leaves and the windshields, but into people's very spirits.

Lien says with a psychotic smile as he looks at the whirlwind that appears suddenly right in front of his path and is rushing right toward him. He runs right into the whirlwind, using all his willpower to keep his foot rooted in the ground and he tries to take each step out of it. He staggers but still holds his ground as the wind force increases threatening to toss him out and about. Still maintaining a deranged smile on his face, he pushes through the ferocious waves of the wind and gets out of the whirlwind and it moves past him. He doesn’t waste a second and keeps on running, keeping his deadline in mind and knowing that there is no way out of the desert except going back the way he came

She then shrugged her shoulders. Brandon glanced at Liam and asked for help, but Liam only crossed his arms and said, "What? Can't deal with it? If not, then don't come near me." With those words, it became Brandon's warning. As tension increased in the surrounding area, a sudden gust of wind disrupted the unsettling encounter. The wind seemingly responded to Brandon's unspoken frustration and fear of Liam, and the wind blew fiercely, catching everyone off guard. Dust and debris filled the air, shrouding the group in a temporary whirlwind, and the inappropriate girl found her carefully styled hair now disheveled.

I shoved Sofia out of my way and bolted for the stairwell. They didn't chase me. Perhaps in their eyes, an outcast with a ruined reputation was as good as dead, even if I walked out of there alive. The wind on the New York streets was bone-chilling. I walked aimlessly, occasionally catching strange looks from passersby. Whispers swarmed around me like flies. "Look, that's her. That crazy woman." "The devil who blew up her own parents..." "How could the Moretti family produce such scum?" The vicious stares scraped against my skin like knives, but I was already numb.

The stigma of the Chosen Vessel has begun…. *Itak – a weapon similar to that of a sword. In modern days, it is also used as a tool for farming, harvesting plants or getting rid of unwanted grass *Komadrona – a woman that assists on giving birth *Ale(ng) – honorific for older women *Mark of Kasarinlan – a flower-like shaped tattoo that is etched upon birth of a Chosen Vessel *Outcasts – people who are previously members of Kabinihan but was banished for different reasons

Reya’s POV As the wind snarled across the mountain plateau, it convulsed with whispers of rebellion, broken promises, and the remnants from a fire I refuse to let extinguish. The heart of what was once a war zone is now occupied by those who have been marginalized, rejected, or hunted. I can hear the voices of those gathered in this place, including women, outcasts, and others, fighting their own silent battle. My appearance is met with suspicion and hopelessness.