Stories About The Wind Novels & Stories

Like the wind, he disappeared, vanished without a trace. The next day, Lisa does the same. She reads all afternoon until she fell asleep. John would return and wake her up to warn her that it is already sunset. John reveals that he has travelled all over the world, as far as the winds went. Lisa’s eyes shined with curiosity, and she began inquiring John of the world’s wonders. When the time came to say goodbye, Lisa would reach out her hand and John would summon a wind to blow her away. The same happened on the next day, and the day after that. Having enough of being blown away multiple times, Lisa mustered the strength to ask why John would push her away.

a small girl cried, tugging on the edge of Veyra's skirt. "No, no! The Wind Wolf!" another insisted. Veyra crouched between them, her smile softening the faint bruises under her eyes. "What if I tell you both at once?" she teased, raising an eyebrow. The children gasped in delight. She launched into the tale with her arms weaving the air, voice slipping into the cadence of story—of magic and memory. Around her, a circle formed. Children nestled in laps, adults leaned in with half-empty cups, and even the music quieted for a moment to let her words carry.

What the Wind Left Behind Selena’s POV There was something different about the wind today. It didn’t whisper the same way. It didn’t bite like winter or drift like spring. It pressed itself against the windows of the lake house as though trying to speak not loudly, but insistently. A breeze that came with memory, not weather. As if the sky itself had been holding its breath since I walked away from Kieran’s world and had finally exhaled.

The wind poem she came up with was written as such: Whispers Soft voices the wind carries How far will they go? Those words ever be heard Caresses the trees’ leaves, its skin the green grass What does it say? No one knows Can you hear it? Who will hear it? The words so soft It rustles the dirt passing by creatures above and below flowing through the air Where will it go? Does no one hear it? Those forgotten whispers Whose are they?

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

I gazed at the sky once more, then a gentle but fierce wind blew to the point it shook me. I gazed around when the Luna met with me. "The wind was blowing from the northeast. This isn't good. Something big is coming our way. A storm that will destroy us all" There was a shivering in my bones. "What is it? You don't mean the war, do you?" She questioned. I wish I could tell her more. But even I had no idea. It's just a sick feeling. "I don't know. I just hope we won't loose more than we bargained for"

The weather angel exerted his strength even more, the wind was blowing very hard, until the fallen leaves were carried by the wind. His gusts were getting bigger and bigger. Like a hurricane, rolling up anything in the forest meant Orthus. The wind coils made Orthus swirl in the wind coils that Michael controlled.

The plane was up in the sky, among the clouds. After a short moment of turbulence, it flew steadily. I looked out at the clouds, feeling a wave of relief I had never felt before. Xander must have seen the contents on the thumb drive already, too. He was perhaps guessing how I found out about his secrets. His methods of climbing up the ladder and amassing wealth were so inconspicuous. Technically, someone like me, who had never once worked at the office, should not have been able to discover this.

Beside me, Geneva kept hassling me about going back to gather evidence. “Why are you so calm about this? You were the one who said you wanted to come back to expose the truth. Why aren’t you doing anything now that you’re back?” I pulled Geneva into my embrace and said with a laugh, “There’s no rush. What, are you worried that I won’t make enough money from this workshop to maintain your lifestyle? I’m just waiting for Zachary to panic and incriminate himself.” As I expected, Zachary started to panic upon finding out that I was back after having won Dr. Hubbard’s recognition.

“Maybe the wind was too strong. It just blew something into his eyes.” The evening breeze carried the sweet smell of bread baking from the bakery down the street. Life went on. My daughter said she wanted to get pasta from the shop downstairs tomorrow morning. I would have to wake her up a little earlier.