What The Wind Knows Novels & Stories

The next morning, the Hollow woke with a wind that screamed. It wasn’t the playful rustling of leaves or the occasional howl of the distant wilds. This wind was angry, it sounded like a thousand voices howling through a shattered veil. It clawed at the trees, bending them to its will, and made the sanctuary stones hum with unease.

Her thoughts seemed to be read by the master. “The wind does not care what is in front, be it a rock, an ocean, a giant, or a pillar of fire. It just blows and does its job unseen by the naked eye but felt even by the tiny hairs of the skin.” “Is this some riddle, Master? I hope I didn’t wake up early just to listen to some word games.” “Not everything is a problem that you should answer, young lady. Open all your senses, not just your eyes. I’ll do it once more. You should be able to get it the second time.”

The howling wind pack had lost valuable allies, and a bond of trust had been irrevocably broken. The howling wind outside seemed to whisper a warning, a reminder of the danger that loomed over them. The fate of the Howling Wind pack hung in the balance, and they knew that their time was running out.

I belong to the city of Wind, Anemestiras, which was known for being the most silent and peaceful place among all the cities, but now it is the complete opposite. The whistling wind is now rough, as numerous tornadoes are accumulated from the dark skies. Everyone is already on their knees as they call all the names of the deities to ask for help. But based on what I see, even the deities of the upper realm cannot do anything about this. Not even my deity. It not that I underestimate my deity. It is just, the situation is beyond the control of anyone, that even the deities themselves cannot contain. The atmosphere is heavy as well, as the wind was blowing too harsh, making all the houses coll

I closed my eyes, connecting my sense of smell to the energy just to detect this. Then I felt it. The power of wind? My brows arched more and my already tensed muscles clenched. Who the fucking could command the wind, and why the hell was this person after Pearl? A vein in my temple pulsed. This fall wasn’t fucking ordinary. It was a push by a wolf that could command the power of wind. Worst of it all…. The energy was the same as the one I sensed on the paper some moments back. Meaning…. My eyes widened, and the realization dawned on me.

The weather angel exerted his strength even more, the wind was blowing very hard, until the fallen leaves were carried by the wind. His gusts were getting bigger and bigger. Like a hurricane, rolling up anything in the forest meant Orthus. The wind coils made Orthus swirl in the wind coils that Michael controlled.

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.

Julian certainly doubted me. "I swear, girls. She refused to tell me his name or even show me his picture. All I got from her was that it's going to be a surprise. I'll only know when I attend the wedding". I tried to sound convincing enough. I had let my friends down many times by not telling them things they ought to know. I couldn't afford to let them doubt me anymore. Long seconds passed before Emily turned to Julian and said "Maybe she's slowly turning to Moiraine Damodred. Like her mind's literally being….."

Something Only We Know Sebastian ‘Baste’ Paner was a jock of hotel services and master of client pampering, especially for rich old women. When his best friend who was running a dating agency enlisted his help to fulfill a dying woman's wish, the greedy Baste accepted the offer right away. Who wouldn't be anyway if you're bound to inherit a massive land in the province after her death? However, it wasn't as easy as Baste had initially thought. “When I called and told your orphanage that I want a family, I didn't mean I need a husband. I need a child,” clarified 61-year-old Valentina Geronimo who mistakenly dialed the agency instead of the orphanage.

Outside, the wind rattles the trees, shaking loose the first of the autumn leaves. Finally, Josh exhales and steps back. “Forget that for now, Ari,” he says, voice softer now. “It’s too early in the season for this.” I nod, holding my phone tight against my chest. As he leaves, closing the door behind him, saying nothing and everything all at once. I let the wind carry the weight of everything—the missing summers, the distance, the cracks forming between us, the unspoken promises. Autumn has begun, and everything feels like it’s falling. But maybe… just maybe… Some roots, some seasons, are strong enough to survive it.