What The Wind Knows Novels & Stories

With his fists. The wind shifts. It goes silent, and so does the entire forest. There were no bugs chirping, no reptiles scampering in the dirt. It was as if the forest knew something was about to go down. It was the calm before the storm. But then, in an instant, the wind picks up again, swirling the leaves around his feet and swaying the branches high up the trees against each other, creating a whispering sound between the trees. The forest knew every creature and animal around, and they were exchanging stories.

My dad even told Vincent that he had to bring me back, or he would beat Vincent to death. However, none of that had anything to do with me anymore. Standing up, I looked out the window at the vast white field of snow. I couldn't care less how they were doing now. I only cared that it was snowing. I could invite Madison to go skiing with me. Why waste time mourning the past when I was heading toward a beautiful future?

But here, the wind was dead. Veyron clenched his fists as he breathed, “Something here knows us.” And it was waiting.

The plane was up in the sky, among the clouds. After a short moment of turbulence, it flew steadily. I looked out at the clouds, feeling a wave of relief I had never felt before. Xander must have seen the contents on the thumb drive already, too. He was perhaps guessing how I found out about his secrets. His methods of climbing up the ladder and amassing wealth were so inconspicuous. Technically, someone like me, who had never once worked at the office, should not have been able to discover this.

Noticing the change in Hue’s expression, the tiny creature said, “Yes, someone was talking to her.” “Who was it?” Hue got uncomfortable. “The wind!” it screamed. “The wind?” Hue croaked in disbelief. “Yes, the wind whispered to her!” “What did you hear?” asked Hue, changing the topic. “Nothing!” Hue’s brows knitted. “Since you heard nothing, then why did you claim to hear someone whispering to her?” “We know because the whisperer whispered to those intended for the whisper. We may catch a whiff of it, however, there is nothing to tell. It’s just wind.”

IXORA – POV The wind howled through the trees like something alive. Wild. Angry. It had started just before sunset. A strange stillness in the woods. The birds quiet. The wolves on edge. Even the pack warriors had begun patrolling tighter, their conversations clipped, their eyes scanning the horizon like they knew something was coming. So did I. I couldn’t shake it, this feeling deep in my bones. Like the earth was vibrating beneath the surface, warning us of a storm we couldn’t see yet.

All of this made Zephyr look forward to his talk even more. “The element of wind is an energy within the universe. The fiery wind in hell, the unknown wind in the deepest part of the cave, the arctic wind in the South and North poles, the violent wind in the desert… all of these winds differ and yet come from the same source,” Elder Cuthbert continued to explain.

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.”

Dressed only in a dress, Selena was so cold that she was shivering. The eerie cries of wild animals frightened her terribly, causing her to speed up. However, in a moment of carelessness, she accidentally stepped on a rock and twisted her ankle. Before she could get up, she spotted something approaching her from afar. Whatever it was had glowing green eyes. A beat later, she realized what it was—a pack of wolves! Selena's breathing sped up as she turned to run in a blind panic. Unexpectedly, she lost her footing and tumbled off a cliff.

The wind poem she came up with was written as such: Whispers Soft voices the wind carries How far will they go? Those words ever be heard Caresses the trees’ leaves, its skin the green grass What does it say? No one knows Can you hear it? Who will hear it? The words so soft It rustles the dirt passing by creatures above and below flowing through the air Where will it go? Does no one hear it? Those forgotten whispers Whose are they?