The Candle In The Wind Novels & Stories

Sensing danger, I instinctively tried to snatch it, but Carlo moved to block me. The candle was blown out by the wind, and the last drop of melted wax fell onto Lucaro's name.

Rodrick said more to himself than to Rimidal. He moved forward then, stepping past the shadowy form of his master. As soon as he passed by him, Rimidal's laughter filled the room and with it, the image of Serina vanished. The dense fog that had engulfed them suddenly began to thin and fade. The blue flames of the chandelier which cast an eerie light throughout the fog flickered twice before returning to normal. Just as quickly as it had all come, everything was gone. The people and the objects that were obscured by Rimidal's fog reappeared in perfect sight.

He had a flare-up of his stomach condition, so I had gone to his base late at night to deliver his medication. That was when I walked in and witnessed the entire incident. The new psychological counselor, Wendy, was pinned down on the couch as he passionately kissed her. He was panting hard with his face buried in her neck. The way he moved was wild and completely out of control. He had never been like that with me. Wendy’s black lace undergarments blatantly lay atop his rescue uniform. It was the same uniform that symbolized his honor. Caught red-handed, he had cried as he knelt and swore he had just gotten drunk and mistook her for me.

The wind howled through the pier, sending ripples across the dark water. Adrian exhaled, the tip of his cigarette glowing red in the night. His fingers curled around the stick, tightening as his mind wandered back to her…Nirvana. He despised the way she carried herself now, all confidence and defiance, no longer the naive little doll he had once manipulated so easily. It was infuriating.

The curtains in the room thrashed violently, rising and falling, as the wind moved. Linn struggled to keep it out of her eyes as she drew closer to the candle stand. She squinted her eyes while still shielding the candle flame as it threatened to die beneath the relentless breeze. The parchment crackled softly as she worked to roll the scroll open, her fingers stiff from the chill. "Dear Jazell…" Her voice trembled as she began, the words barely audible enough to carry across the room. "Linn." Jazell's interruption was soft, almost absentminded.

The only reason a man is ever going to like candles is if there is a power cut and the generator fails, or if he finds himself dining with a woman who is ugly. And she was willing to bet he never found himself in that position. ‘But candles are about so much more than romantic lighting in a restaurant.’ She tried not to think about him dining with a beautiful woman. ‘The one I’ve named Seduction is scented with lotus blossom and it creates the perfect atmosphere for—for—’ ‘For?’ His eyes gleamed and she had a strong suspicion he was laughing at her. ‘Seduction,’ she said lamely, suddenly wishing she’d called it something else.

The candles were still lit and the wind didn’t sweep away the salt that surrounded Aunt Odessa and Elspeth. I squinted my eyes when the dust particles that the wind brought started getting in them. Placing a hand above my forehead, I focused my attention to Aunt Odessa who now held the knife in her hands. She raised it above Elspeth’s chest and shut her eyes close, her lips uttering words we couldn’t understand. Aunt Odessa’s hair danced with the wind and aside from the roaring thunder and the whistling of wind, all we could hear was Elspeth’s screech. “How will this spell take?” Lucas asked, making his voice louder so I could hear him.

The candlelight flickered incessantly in the meticulously drawn circle that Autumn had outlined with ash and salt, its warm glow casting dancing shadows against the worn walls of her grandmother’s ancient ritual room. Outside, the soft spring wind rustled through the newly budded branches of cherry trees, creating a gentle, melodic sound that felt almost like a whisper. Meanwhile, inside the sanctuary of her past, the Veil waited and listened with an almost sentient presence.

That was more than enough for me. I can still endure it all, so I will keep going no matter what. _ _ _ Must have been the wind Copyright © nostxlgicxx

* some mature content* After Miranda left her office, she decided to her favorite coffee shop and try to relax her mind from all the stress of work. She entered the shop and sat at a table that was in a corner. She wanted to avoid reporters and all their cameras and tons of questions. As she sat down,she started going through the menu and decided to order a traditional espresso and a grilled chicken wrap. For dessert, she ordered a piece of chocolate cake. A young lady who looked like she was in her late teens or early twenties,with a beautiful round face, a sharp pointy nose and big eyes which looked tired but beautiful, and had long curly dark brown hair took her order. Her voice was sharp