When The Wild Wind Blows Iron Maiden Novels & Stories

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind knocked them out. A wild laugh echoed in the tumultuous wind, which now resembled a tornado. Nate and the princess stood their ground, but the entity remained obscured. Despite the chaos, she knew that the smell was that of a rogue, and it was not a good omen. Nate tried to calm the wind by twirling his hands, but to no avail. This was the most powerful rogue they have ever encountered and as they were trying to escape, the wind yanked them to the tree and Claire felt a sharp blade impaled in her chest, making her unconscious…

The magic circle dissolved, transforming into a swirling vortex of wind that enveloped us in a protective embrace. "This spell," I announced, my voice ringing with authority, "is called Anemo Barrier." A shimmering wall of wind materialized around us, a constant, whirling shield against the onslaught. Anything that dared approach was shredded to pieces by the relentless force, a testament to the power of the wind god's blessing.

“Holy Maiden, Hecate, we call you to protect your children. Keep us safe from those who would harm us. Build a barrier between us and the world. Let the attacks of those with ill-intent be like spring rain to a flower, not harmful, but fortifying. Holy Maiden, Hecate, we call you to protect your children - “ Our chant is cut off by a powerful blast of magic. It cuts through the barrier, bringing it shattering down around us. It knocks over every witch in the field, stealing the breaths from our lungs. We’re paralyzed by the immense force behind the magic. And worst of all, the blast of magic sends a gust of wind throughout the covendom. A blast of wind that bends the grass and toppl

Juviana extended both of her hands to the front while Miley created a massive axe. The strong wind started to blow crazily and spread out. The strong wind was totally blinding. It was so strong, it was hard for anyone to see anything inside. The trees, the rocks, and the dust were flying around. Being protected by Juviana, Miley ambled toward the massive gate and immediately swung her arms. DUM! The massive gate was destroyed in a single swing and flew sharply to the statues. BOM! Both the gate and the statues around it were destroyed. Everything became chaotic and the ground started to shake.

Little Women¹ Eloise Kingston The cold air and the eerie feeling settled on my skin as I stepped out of the car. Something felt strange, very strange. There's a change in the wind. That was what my uncle would say when something felt wrong. At this moment, something was wrong.

Her body was also burning hot, her breathing rapid. "Ryan, I…"

He was usually calm and collected, but he was stammering at that moment. "Someone is looking for you." "Me?" I was surprised. I had just arrived at Kiln City not long ago, so I did not have many friends. "Did they say who it was?" I was a little on guard. Could it be Xander? "Mrs. Grand." "What?" I was still in a daze. "Mr. Grand's wife is here today?" "No, no. Mr. Grand, our director, had just gotten engaged. He's not married yet. This is his mother, the wife of the current Grand Corp's CEO."

The minutes dragged like hours. The wind grew louder, whistling through the empty iron grates of the keep. I could feel the distance stretching the bond between my pulse and the Reawakened; the farther Killian went, the harder I had to pull on the silver in my blood to keep the dead guards anchored. My chest ached, a cold, hollow sensation spreading through my ribs. Then, from the high ridge, a horn blew. It was not the hunt horn of the Blackwood. It was the sharp, high-pitched horn of the Iron-Claw pack, a signal of distress.

Darius immediately looked away as Lucien covered his mouth. Aurelian briefly considered throwing both of them from separate towers for real this time around. Then... Everything changed. A violent gust of wind exploded through the chamber. Not ordinary wind. It was Magic, ancient, and wild. Raw power flooded the room. Every candle flickered violently, documents scattered into the air, and the stained-glass windows rattled. A deep rumble shook the foundations of the citadel itself. The entire council leapt to their feet. "What is happening?!"

I smelled blood. “Keep going!” Chastine yelled. The cart lurched forward as a strong wall of wind exploded from around the caravan, blowing the enemies back. The cart lurched forward. The maidens on the cart scrambled to hold on, but one of them, a young girl, shrieked as she bumped and tumbled from the back of the cart.