What The Wind Knows Novels & Stories

The storm blew in fast, thick clouds swallowing the sky while thunder rumbled overhead. The penthouse windows shook in the wind, and the lights flickered once, twice, before settling back into a cozy glow. Amelia stood in the living room, hugging herself tight as the wild weather matched her tumultuous feelings—chaotic, loud, and impossible to ignore. Adrian had just tucked Nora into bed when he heard his own soft footsteps approaching. He didn’t say anything as he walked in—just glanced at her with a quiet, unreadable look before heading to the kitchen.

Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and went back to the work that lay in front of her. Her life had already moved far ahead, much like a feather being carried in the wind.

I nodded at him, like it was our final farewell. “Mommy, does that man know you?” She looked back curiously after we had walked a bit further. “I’ve met him before. I don’t know him well, though,” I answered gently. “Why is he crying?” I did not look back. The sunset shone on the street. Our shadows were stretched. “Maybe...” I smiled and tucked the little teddy bear into my daughter’s arms. “Maybe the wind was too strong. It just blew something into his eyes.”

She once ruined a newly established subsidiary of mine just to avenge Leon, and it happened just because I had simply frozen one of my own bank cards. Leon couldn't use it in the mall and got ridiculed because of it. So, she ruthlessly exposed my company's core intel. She lay back on her lounge chair and said casually, "Jordan, you're the one who embarrassed Leon with your dirty little tricks. Besides, it's our shared property. I can do whatever I want with it." My company collapsed because of her pettiness. A year of hard work all gone just like that. My employees sat in the office, their heads lowered as the knowledge that all their effort had gone to waste rammed into their heads.

One who was longing for kindness, and one who was full of kindness from people around him. The wind blew and dandelions flew in the air. The feelings lingered and the memories brought warmth and peace. Just like a kiss in the wind...

] Samuel did not get to read the rest. He and the notes, full of Tania's secrets and dreams, went up in flames together.

Third Person POV Hearing the neighbor's words, Simon froze. Moved out? But… Janice had never told him about her moving. Panic began to rise in his chest. He took out his phone, his fingers trembling slightly as he sent Janice a message. [Janice, you moved?] The message wouldn't go through. He pulled up her contact and tried calling her, only to realize she had blocked his number. The elevator doors opened nearby, and Gem walked over to him.

Outside, the wind picked up, rattling the window just enough to feel like an omen. Neither of them knew just how deep this game would cut—or who would end up bleeding first.

By experimenting on himself, he understood a few things. Wind Demons were not actually ‘Wind’ Demons. They were a race of demons that could use only one element in their entire lifetimes, and no other. It wasn’t that they could only use wind, but they were taught to only use wind. If they wanted to study a different element instead, they could.

They were only passing by each other, but Darrion was worked up already. “I can’t believe I hate him that much,” the blonde said. He needed to learn to control his emotions better. He sighed and tried walking slowly but surely to the end of the other chamber. He focused on the wind to help him calm down faster. Winds are carriers of information, and you would not know each information is important unless someone is looking for it. That is also why the windlets were taught to always listen to everything with open ears. Of course, not all of winds speak clearly, or important things. Sometimes they said something not very important, like their comment on his hair just a few minutes ago.