Whirlwind Novels & Stories

Chapter 02 - Must have been the wind Hyde It was supposed to be an ordinary day for me. I was supposed to join the drag racing of the motherfuckers and whoever won would get Crusxi v21. It was a luxury car owned by Cross, one of my friends. Annoyance was taking over me. This is just so fucking absurd. ["But sir, Ma'am Fawn--- "]

The wind was getting stronger, carrying some objects around, swirling and almost destroying some objects around it. Winky trembled with fear. Before long the little whirlwind subsided and the figure of the black-robed man reappeared.

"The Resonance Whirlwind: now!" Killian didn't hesitate. He grabbed my hand: his touch a searing, protective heat that anchored me to the earth. We began to rotate at the center of the valley: our joined resonances creating a localized vortex of white light. I poured the full: blinding heat of the Solis Forge into the whirlwind: while Killian provided the tectonic stability of the Silver Moon.

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.

He whispered and I nodded. "I'll destroy this pack and everyone in it." He said and raised his hands up and a mighty wave of whirlwind that swirl people up like a tunnel was the most frightening view ever, his eyes blazed green and his hair flipped to the back looking like the god of air, the woods was in a shaking mess and trees were uprooted from their spaces and he clapped his hands together and a deafening sound of thunder rumbled. I gasped. He was going to make the whole place in a wind speed, destroying buildings and properties.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

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.”

She heard no birds, no animals, the breeze was actually dead in the air. 'How strange to hear absolutely nothing today. Last night there were critters all around here, but now, even in the daylight NOTHING!' she thought to herself. 'I wonder if all the Council pigs chased off the critters, ate them, or...DAMN IT! They muted Nature.' Hikaru's wolf surfaced too late to totally avoid the blow from a strike of a black lightning bolt, she never saw who threw it, nor what the 'bolt' actually was. A tall, cloudy, distorted figure appeared walking out of the aura cloud he created for his defense, her confusion, and just in general to be a dick because she pissed him off.

What’s the guarantee that there’s nobody hiding in the part of the tunnels that we’ve not searched yet? A lot of the rules of this place don’t make sense to me, but Jesse and everybody else don’t seem to have a problem. Am I just overthinking? As I’m returning to the main tunnel, I begin to hear a strange sound. It’s almost like a soft whistling. My blood curdles, and I quickly whip my flashlight around, calling out, “Who is it?!” The whistling ceases, and I stand there frozen, frightened. “Ah,” I clear my throat, trying to infuse confidence in my voice, “N … Nobody’s allowed to be here! It’s … it’s not safe!”

~Mel~ The wind whipped around me like a storm, tearing at my clothes, pulling my hair in every direction. I was in the center of it all, completely helpless. It felt like being in the eye of a tornado, but there was no calm—just chaos. My heart raced as the whirlwind intensified, and someone’s voice, distant but urgent, pierced through the roar. "Melody! Make it stop!" I spun around, trying to find the source of the voice, but I couldn’t see anyone. It was a female voice, familiar yet strange, but I couldn’t place it.