Stories About The Wind Novels & Stories

The white-haired lord suck him deeply, causing the sky to dim and the mountain to blasted with destructive wind. Slowly, as the wind reach everywhere, it materialize and reveal the army of white. They uttered bizzare words, strangely rhyme with the destructive blows of a wind. Even the sucking sound of blood deliver away from the veins of the young man adds to the bizzare. It is good to the ears, atleast to the understanding of the townspeople. The town is surrounded, and upon the sight of the Mountain slolwy embrace by the destructive wind, the hellish reach the heaven!

Lost in contemplation, a sudden gust of wind whipped through the library, rustling the pages of the book I held in my hands. I looked up, puzzled, searching for the source of this unexplained force. The wind danced and twirled, a mischievous sprite teasing the edges of my curiosity.

The night of the autumn turn is often accompanied by strong winds. The sound of the wind howling was like the howling of a wolf, announcing its presence. As the night progresses, the sound of the wind gets louder as it makes the window rattle nonstop. Looks like Sarah has had enough. “This voice bothers me, Your Highness,” Sarah said while playing with Hayden's nipples. The two seem finished spending another hot night. Hayden pushed Sarah's naughty hand away. Then he got up and went to the window side.

My emotions no longer interrupted the wind, this time it was steady, just as Grandmother told me it would be. As I grew the whirlwind I called on the water. The wind and the water whipped around Kayden, the outer bands hitting even his warriors behind us, causing them to stop fighting and focus on us instead. Within moments a hurricane was brewing inside Haven. Thunder crashed as I rolled in clouds and increased the wind.

Maybe wind isn't the best word. I think back to what happened down by the church, but how to describe it in words ? I push in ‘wind’ and look down over the results. I spot an online encyclopedia about wind. I click on the link, finding a lot of explanations but nothing about wind following a person. The word mythology seems to jump at me and I read: "In Greek mythology the northern wind is named Boreas, the southern wind is Notos, the western wind is called Zephyros and the eastern wind is named Euros". Boreas is marked with a link and I click on that.

A gale of wind surrounded my body as I performed my quirk. A quick movement of my wand from left to right and twirling it after a strong flick, the drawing in the air was a round emblem filled tangled and elaborate symbols. I felt the tingling sensation the wind leaves as it tickles my body. Remembering the days I was scolded for not being able to feel the wind perfectly, I called and whispered to the invisible lad my desire and my will. “Gentle oh you are wind of the celestial

The wind blows is quite different from other seasons leaves fell off the ground some people wearing jackets the trees look like dying but it is just an autumn Mike is sitting alone at the park while his coffee is on his side he planned to travel afar for work seems he want just to skip for this year at this place he feels the wind blows like his last day at this place.

She's become the model of a well-behaved heiress! My brother looked relieved. "Well done. It's good she's obedient. Sending her to the countryside was not in vain." The village chief's son brought me forward. The cold wind cut me to the bone. I was wearing only a thin long-sleeve shirt and pants. The loose fabric whipped in the wind, revealing my frail, skeletal frame. Seth frowned, reaching out to take my hand. I shivered slightly and bowed deeply to him with utmost respect. "Hello, Seth."

I clapped my hands at Ayame, Tempest and Auntie Lia, gesturing for them to finish up too, rolling my eyes when they clicked in like they had long since forgotten why I even looked like this in the first place. I walked to my window, pushing the curtain back a little to take a peek at the starry sky. It was a breathtaking view, one that held my attention for many years. No matter how I was feeling, this view always managed to wash away my worries and replace them with warmth. Something I'd always wanted to do was paint this view. But I never got around to it. Maybe I will soon. Maybe.

But just as we’re about to escape, she always pulls away and walks back into the fire. "And after her ashes were scattered by a romantic rival, I've never dreamed of her again. "For a whole year, I've visited countless mediums for séances. Every single one of them gave me the same answer: she didn't want to see me." The emotions he had suppressed for so long finally shattered. The ruthless, cold-blooded man covered his face and broke down in tears in front of a stranger. If Ivy were some ordinary person, she would surely be moved by his love story. She would even offer him a piece of tissue as her condolences.