Stories About The Wind Novels & Stories

The question gnawed at him, adding to his discontent. Just as the last of the attendees turned to leave, a sudden, violent whirlwind erupted, tearing through the area with an ear-splitting roar. The wind howled like an enraged beast, its force relentless as it whipped around them like a frenzied hurricane. Those with lower cultivation were immediately swept off their feet, tossed around as if they were mere ragdolls. Their terrified screams were swallowed by the furious wind, while the more powerful individuals struggled to maintain their footing, buffeted violently by the gale.

At most, he could scroll through their old chats and feel sad for himself. Sean was not the type to wallow. Sitting on the plane, scrolling through old messages and crying quietly was far beneath someone like him. As a man used to winning, he refused to behave like a loser. Hence, throughout the twenty-three-hour flight to Sunland, Sean kept his eyes closed, resting. He was not a failure or a weakling. He was determined that once he arrived, he would win Eve back and restore their relationship to how it had been.

Third-person POV The staff member continued, "Back then, we all thought that whoever the woman he was proposing to was, she sure was one lucky lady. "But later, he had someone tear the whole setup down. Maybe he went with a different location." Every word Amara heard felt like a needle stabbing her chest. It hurt so badly. This was also the first time she truly felt fear. Ryan wasn't really done with her, was he? She and Ryan had been together for seven years, and not once had she brought up marriage. And it was true that she'd played around with quite a few college boys, but she'd never been serious about any of them.

The air was thick with the scent of blood and the sound of clashing claws. Just as the battle seemed to reach a stalemate, a powerful wind swept through the area, catching everyone off guard. The force of it lifted one of the beasts into the air, its struggles futile against the unnatural gale. With a sickening crash, the beast was thrown against a hard rock, its body crumpling on impact. The wind continued its relentless assault, sweeping up the remaining attackers and hurling them to their doom. The warriors of the Shadow Claws Pack fought to stay grounded, the wind threatening to pull them into its deadly embrace. But as suddenly as it had begun, the wind subsided, leaving an eerie silenc

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?"

“Everyone says you saved the world. But the stories… they’re all about battles and light and darkness. But when I listen to the garden, it tells different stories. About quiet days. About choosing to plant seeds even when you’re tired. About holding hands when words run out.” ‎ ‎She paused, listening as if the wind might answer. ‎ ‎“Why don’t they tell those stories?” ‎ ‎The breeze moved through the oak leaves, a gentle rustle. ‎ ‎Willow’s eyes widened. She pressed her palm flat against the earth, feeling the warmth rise—Rex’s steady fire, my gentle light. ‎ ‎She smiled, tears gathering. ‎ ‎“Oh,” she whispered. “Because those stories are harder to tell. They’re ordinary. They don’t sound her

These witches have no idea what is ___ I stood as a certain wind blew furiously tumbling my place about. What kind of wind is this by this time of the day? No! My eyes broadened as I saw my portions begin shattering in pieces. I ran to them, as the wind tossed me to the side. I scrambled up and rushed to them to try to catch any of them. It was futile as they all shattered to pieces before my eyes informing me that this was no ordinary wind. There was a presence in here that has been watching me or just arrived.

she shouted over the roar of the wind. The wind carried them upward, the trees blurring as they rose. It wasn't a violent force—it felt more like being swept up in a gentle but unstoppable current. Alaric shielded Tonya with his body, ensuring she was safe as they ascended through the forest canopy. The swirling wind carried them higher, above the treetops, where the night sky opened up, and the stars sparkled overhead.

One who was longing for kindness, and one who was full of kindness from people around him. The wind blew and dandelions flew in the air. The feelings lingered and the memories brought warmth and peace. Just like a kiss in the wind...

“It’s over, Khalid, your men are dead. Hand the kid over.” Slater’s voice came over the comms. “Wind is screwing with accuracy. No shot.” “Get out of my way or the boy is dead!” “You’d kill your own son?” Max shouted over the wind. “If I have to, he’ll be a casualty of war, and I will be in Jannah.” Max doubted the terrorist would grace the pearly gates in any realm after the atrocities he’d caused. “Murdering your child won’t get you there.” The fucker wouldn’t stop moving, and sand whipped at open skin. Gabe squeezed his eyes shut against the blustery assault and started to cry.