Voice In The Wind Book Novels & Stories

Lance is secretly rooting for Knight and Beatrice's trying to hold her laughter. Knight laid his hand over the book and the radiating glow stopped. They waited patiently for what would happen. A weak and cold air was felt by Von but there's no open windows or doorways for the wind to enter. Soon the wind got stronger and began to violently surround Knight. "Do not remove your hand from the book!" Von shouted while struggling to fight the strong wind. Books began to fall from the bookshelves and bond papers scattered on the floor while the others followed the current of the wind.

Before going to bed, I took my diary and wrote down a quote from Lise Kiberwa's poetry collection called "Wind", Completely for no reason at all!: >>Like the wind, I don't want to belong anywhere. Just like the wind, I want to be felt but not seen. Like the wind, I want to both strengthen and extinguish the wildfire. Like the wind, I want to stress some poor old lady gently sweeping her compound by bringing all the dirt she's been removing.

She dropped her hand and the wind died as if it had never been there. "Your turn," she said. I repeated her movements and whispered, "Ventus." Nothing. I gritted my teeth. Then I thought about the air in my lungs, the freedom I craved, the scream trapped in my throat for years. "VENTUS," I shouted, my voice echoing. The wind slammed into me with force, shoving me back a step. It tore through the courtyard, rattling old chains and sending things flying. Geniee laughed, clapping her hands once. "Very good."

My mom sent me a voice message. She sounded surprised and happy. “Wendy, you’ve finally come to your senses! I told you Sean isn’t good enough for you. I’ll send you the contact information for your blind date soon.” I told her that I would be back in three days. After our conversation ended, the door handle turned. Following that, Sean entered in a wheelchair. When he saw me sitting on the couch, he frowned and scolded me out of habit, “Didn’t you say you’d celebrate my birthday? Why are you just sitting there?”

From within, a howling wind seemed to beckon us. As we entered the cave, the wind intensified, swirling around us like a tempest. We pressed on, undeterred by the force of nature before us. At the heart of the cave, we encountered the wind spirit—a graceful being that soared through the air like a gentle breeze. Its eyes sparkled with curiosity as it regarded us. "Why have you come?" the wind spirit asked, its voice carrying the sound of rustling leaves. "We seek the essence of air," I said, my voice clear despite the wind's force.

Third-person POV "Amara and I have nothing to do with each other anymore. There's no point in telling me these things. If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up." Hearing that, Naia hurriedly yelled, "Ry, don't hang up!" But it was already too late. The sound of the call disconnecting echoed sharply through the private room. Amara's expression grew darker and darker. She smashed everything in the room that could be smashed, venting her anger, and drove everyone out.

Outside, the horizon pulsed gold — not blinding, not angry, just endless. The silence deepened, and for the first time in history, every human heartbeat paused in perfect unison — one breath held by an entire species. --- Then, faintly, from somewhere beneath the waves: A single voice began to hum. And the world exhaled. --- End of Chapter 25 Next: Arc II, Chapter 26 – “When the World Remembered Its Name.”

The white woman’s voice rolled through the clearing, soft but deafening, carried on the wind. “Enough.” The storm howled, and the world bowed.

"Mommy, don't listen to him! He's the one who appeared out of nowhere and started stealing all my nutrients! Now, he even wants to make you misunderstand me!" Lucky's voice rang out, so aggrieved and pitiful that it made my heart ache. I quickly patted my belly to comfort him. "Don't worry, Lucky. I won't believe in some random, unexplained voice!" I looked around, trying to find the source of the other voice, only for it to appear again. "Mom, stop looking. I'm Sunny, I'm right inside your belly!

My brain already felt mushy, and trying to form words felt like chasing something that kept moving just out of reach. Whooosh! The wind slammed against me, wild and unforgiving. My hair flew everywhere, strands whipping across my face, sticking to my lips, brushing against my eyes. I blinked hard, trying to see through it, but everything felt unsteady. “Hey… can… you… wind… up… the… window… and close the roof…” I forced the words out slowly, each one breaking apart before it reached him. My voice didn’t even sound like mine. It sounded softer.