What The Wind Knows Novels & Stories

Gemma let herself inhale deeply, savoring the moment, the delicate tension, the infinite possibilities. And somewhere, in the hum of the cicadas, the creak of the porch boards, and the gentle stir of the wind, Gemma whispered to her self, a quiet, reverent acknowledgment of what the night had become: “This is where the summer wind blows.”

I'd never imagined that I could meet such an incredible woman in this lifetime. That night, Delilah started unwrapping our gifts. When she got to Amara's, she found not only a check inside but also a note. It read, "Ry, I'll wait for you forever." After reading it, I tore both the note and the check and tossed them into the trash. Delilah asked why I threw it away. It was still someone's well-wishes, after all. But I just said, "Delilah, you're the only one in my heart right now. If there are weeds around, they need to be completely pulled out."

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.

“Wow, Sera, there are so many trees around your neighborhood.” “Sera, how old do you think that tree is?” “Sera—” I brought my steps to a sudden halt. Valen was standing beneath that same old scholar tree right outside my apartment building. He had leaned down quite a bit, and there was a tiny, jagged nick on his jawline from shaving. The moment he caught sight of me, he took an instinctive step forward, only to freeze dead in his tracks. Then, his gaze locked onto Rain, who was standing right behind me. Rain was effortlessly wheeling a suitcase in each hand while carrying my bright pink backpack slung over his shoulders—a stark, completely ridiculous contrast against his entirely black stre

Next thing I know I’m back on the street. Only it’s not Chinatown, maybe not even New York. The wedge of twilight sky I can see from the narrow alley isn’t cut by telephone wires but strings of ragged prayer flags. They flutter in the wind with a sound like pigeon wings. As I pass under them, the windows of the surrounding buildings pulse with the light of candles and I smell the iron tang of blood.

“A mysterious wind is blowing off the roofs of every pack member’s house” Kaidon and I rose to our feet and I trailed right behind him as he rushed towards the door. Dawson was at our back, as would the council members We stopped at the entrance of the premises the moment we heard the scream of the pack members. Looking up at the sky, the wind continues to shake through several houses and even picking people. “Two nights ago was a fire and now a wind.” Dawson mentioned “Someone is definitely behind this” My eyes latched unto the next house that the wind was approaching.

This wasn’t like the movies, this was fucking reality and I might end up shooting myself in the face, or worse — end up mistakenly shooting Chris, if I tried using a gun in a situation like this, for the first time. The ground suddenly vibrated as a loud, ear-shattering sound went off, leaving my mouth hanging open and my heart jumping into my mouth in fright. My ears rang loudly for long seconds as I struggled to get a firm grip on my surroundings. The ground still rumbled and the air smelled of sulfur. Like I just stepped into hell. My mind grasped onto the tiny thread of thoughts that made sense now, wasn't that the bomb that Chris and I abandoned? What the fuck did I unknowingly get myse

She could feel the worms wriggling in her heart, the squirming of the worms made her stomach queasy. However, her attention was suddenly diverted as a gust of cold wind swept across her face, and blew her long hair. The gust of wind carried voices whispering in her ear, not the whispers of the surrounding leaves, but other whispers that she could understand. Leah looked left and right, it seemed that no one felt the gust of wind and whispers except for her. Even Mia and Grace who were standing so close to her didn't feel what she felt. The whisper called her name, she was sure. Not the sound of the wind, or the voices in her head, someone called her name

Dean held his phone, frozen in place as the dial tone buzzed, sounding almost like the abrupt halt of his own heartbeat. A wave of crushing disappointment and panic swept through him. Autumn in Lindt was bleak with grey skies, endless rain, and the kind of chill that seeped into one’s bones. It mirrored exactly how Jake felt at that moment. For months, he had been relentless, like a tireless dog, throwing every trick he could think of into the chase—pursuing, cornering, and never letting up.

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.