Voice In The Wind Book Novels & Stories

When the voice came again, it came with a violent wind that roared like an angry sea. Bonnie shuts her eyes as she began to whisper some Latin phrase only she could hear. She regained her courage and boldly opened her eyes to challenge the voice they heard. “Show yourself, asshole!” she yelled. “If you think you are all that powerful, let us out of this change to make a square.” “You want to fight with me?” the voice came again with the roaring like an angry sea.

It wants to push me off the edge. I stayed there, shivering and exposed, letting the wind scour me. I let its fury wash over me, the noise, the pain, the cold. And as I stopped fighting it, a different thought occurred to me. The wind wasn't supposed to be an angry beast. It was the life-breath of the world. It was the movement of everything. It carried the scent of rain, the warmth of the sun, the quiet rustle of leaves in a peaceful forest. This was not the wind; this was a broken wind. This island wasn't pure; it was a place of elemental imprisonment, holding the chaotic essence of the element.

He was the strongest wizard of the West. A moment later, an eerie sound of wind rattling along the leaves of the trees is powerful and violent. Willow and Cassandra look at each other when they sense the ruthless blows of wind. “You heard that?” Willow just nodded and glance at the window, the energy drive into the ground screaming like a hurricane that moves along the housetops. He moves his hands to close the window and ordered the others to stay away from the window. “They are here.”

“What eerie whispering? You mean like ghosts?” “Whisperings?” Oki seemed excited. “I can’t talk to the wind at all in here.” Darrion smirked. “That ‘s because it’s me and not you. The wind talks to me in a different way, that’s why I’m the speedy windlet.” Oki rolled his eyes at him. A thud on the table attracted their attention to Bara once again. “Hey, little feet! Do. You. Mean. Ghosts?!”

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.

To me who lived as the white mahò user, Moria, they were precious memories I would never want to forget just like the gods and goddesses I bid farewells with. *“The wind of beginning Will be the wind of the end To every the breath of life Those who perished have saved This power and strength I will offer Erase to extremity the entity greed.”* It was a calm soothing wind for my allies, a wind that will save us all, but to the only enemy who tormented us because of his greedy ambition; it would put an end to everything. To his life, to his own misery, and to the torment he brings.

All I can hear is the sound of wind whipping around my head and Lilith’s evil laugh filling my mind. My anger begins to rush to fingertips. The urge to burn the tower to the ground is overwhelming, but I can hear Grace’s teachings echoing in my head. “You will never overcome the element of air with the element of fire.” Closing my eyes against the wind, I pull the wind from around room into my core. Swiping my hands down in a single swift motion, I push a gust of wind from arms towards Lilith. “Enough,” I scream as my wind catches Lilith off guard and knocks her off her feet.

Dela’s whispers of promises of my blood-filled future making it hard to breathe. The sky grew dark, and the wind became harsh. My hair whipped across my face stinging my skin. The trees began to lit on fire, the life around me rotting, shrivelling up to nothing before bursting into dust. They laughed and sang. I tried to run, but I was cemented in place. My voice was a mere whisper as I tried to tell them it wasn’t true, tell them to get away. I felt warmth fill me. I heard a sweet voice telling me to come back, telling me it wasn't real.

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.

Kaelen stood a little distance away, his arms crossed, eyes scanning the horizon, perhaps searching for answers that felt increasingly elusive. Just as disappointment settled in our chests, an unexpected wind swept through the wasteland, stirring the dust at our feet. It carried with it an otherworldly quality, neither warm nor cold. I felt it dance around me, wrapping me in a gentle embrace that sent shivers down my spine. Then, the whispers began. "The Oracle…." A man’s voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence, followed closely by a woman’s soft murmur and the high-pitched giggle of a child. The cacophony twisted around us, each voice laced with urgency and longing.