The Sound Of The Desert Novels & Stories

Needed silence. As soon as she stepped out backstage, noises around the bustling city drowned out the critiques and came clear in her ears. Propping her head against the wall facing the sun, she could hear cars honking and people talking. About what? She had no idea, but it probably wouldn't be anything worse than what she was experiencing at this moment.

I could feel my breathe itching from thirst, my stomach making a really loud noise of hunger, my whole body on fire due to the heat emitting down the sun; I can’t keep going like this, it’s exhausting and killing. I’m on a desert, an unknown desert, have never been here my whole life or even knew if this place existed. All thanks to my mate scent, I can’t think of myself walking out of here and not getting lost forever. And that witch, the one that made me fall asleep, shouldn’t she be aware now that I’m awake and at least come show me the way back to where the sun won’t stop burning me. “I’m hungry now.” One of the demons said, really in this situation, we’re stuck and walking non stop on a

"I will let the healer keep an eye on you, Wife. Come back to me." I couldn't move, couldn't react, darkness snatching me under again. ~*~*~*~*~*~ I was in a desert. Which should have been odd since I'd never seen one in my life outside the slideshows in school. But still, I was. The moon hung low in the sky above rolling dunes. The air, while cool, was dry and arid. It licked across my flaming skin, both soothing and irritating. "I've waited so long to meet you!" The voice was high and light. I whirled, looking for the speaker.

The sound echoes through the cavernous space, silencing the murmured conversations instantly. A figure stands in the doorway, backlit by morning sun that streams through like physical presence. For a heartbeat, everything is still. Then the air begins to move—currents stirring around us, carrying the scent of sage, sand, and something sharper, more metallic. A vortex of fine desert sand swirls into the hall, spiraling upward in defiance of gravity, sage smoke weaving through it in gray-white tendrils.

~Katia~ The light was doing something extraordinary now — the full desert sunset beginning its final push, the sky moving through colours that didn’t exist anywhere else, and the dunes catching each shift and throwing it back amplified. Rose, gold, deep amber, something approaching red that was not quite any colour I had a name for. Hassan was at the camp below – just visible, a small figure moving between the tents, far enough that the desert had swallowed all sound between us and him.

It was rare that I had a moment of quiet without anyone demanding my attention, but right now, it was just me, the water, and the soothing sound of its flow. After I finished, I slipped into my pyjamas and fell into my bed, my body sinking into the soft mattress. As I pulled the covers up to my chin, my head nestled into the pillow, I released a deep sigh of contentment. I was finally able to take a deep breath, relax, and unwind from the busy day. I closed my eyes and let myself drift away into a dreamless sleep. …….

Just stews in her jealousy and hasn't reached out at all. "After two years, it looks like she's learned to stand on her own two feet. I've got to shake her up a bit, let her feel the sting of almost losing me again. I'll work out the details, and you'll..." Lawrence's voice streamed out of the phone. However, he stopped short. I let out an involuntary gasp. Not at Lawrence's words, but because something had stirred back to life. It twitched a few times right in my hand.

But it was the sound that stopped us. In the city, the Resonance was a scream—a high-pitched, frantic demand for order. Here, the Resonance was a groan. It was a low, subsonic thrum that vibrated in the soles of our boots and the marrow of our bones. It was the sound of the earth breathing.

Elvira snapped impatiently and hung up with a bang. "It's real! The bomb is real! Elvira, don't hang up! Don't hang up! Elvira! El–" The timer hit zero, and a deafening explosion tore through my body before I could even react. The bomb on Whitney detonated in an instant. Shockwaves rippled through my vision as I screamed, "No!" The next second, I was sent flying by a tremendous force. The world around me fell instantly silent. I drifted in an endless darkness, dizzy and disoriented, for what felt like an eternity.

His hand slid between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing in tight circles that matched the rhythm of his hips. "Come for me, Avery." His thumb pressed harder. His thrusts grew deeper. And I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. I screamed his name, my nails raking down his back, my inner walls clenching around him so hard that he groaned like he was in pain. He kept moving through it, chasing his own release, driving into me with desperate, uneven strokes. "Avery," he groaned, and the sound of my name on his lips was my undoing all over again.