Whispers In The Winds Novels & Stories

​The wind howled through the mountain pass, a biting, relentless gale that mirrored the storm raging inside Julian’s mind. Rose stood a few paces ahead, her expression unreadable, waiting for an answer that would define the rest of our lives. The silver drive in her hand caught the dying light of the sun, glowing like a piece of forbidden technology.

The wind was howling, and the sparkler in her hand lit up her gentle profile. In the background, Archie's voice carried a playful tone. "Sienna, make a wish." Sienna smiled as she blew out the sparks. Her gaze almost melted the camera as she said, "My wish is for every year to be like today, with Archie by my side." A cold chill ran through me. With Archie by her side? What about me? Was I just a joke to her? My gaze drifted, stiff and robotic, back to the photo of the hands clasped inside the car.

one of the warriors called carefully. I looked up. “The southern warriors found another rogue trail close to the river.” “Split into groups,” I ordered immediately. “Nobody moves alone.” The warriors nodded quickly and scattered while I moved deeper into the woods without waiting for anyone. The cold wind brushed against my skin while leaves cracked beneath my boots. My senses stayed alert but my mind refused to settle properly. Something felt wrong and I hated it. My wolf kept pacing violently inside me but refused to communicate. That had never happened before.

The storm came at midnight. Not one of wind or rain, but of whispers in the soul, and a thundering of forgotten names. The air in Ember Hollow had grown heavy with a strange pressure that left every living creature breathless. In the woods surrounding the sanctuary, wolves had begun to howl, their cries distant but unmistakably urgent, a chorus of warning stretching into the cloud-choked sky. For the first time in centuries, the trees trembled not from wind, but from the ancient forces waking beneath them.

Winter had walked into the unknown, and I would follow, even into the depths of the unknown that could be my end. The shadows whispered secrets as I moved, and in the very essence of their dark whispers, I felt the call of Winter’s spirit, a beacon of light amidst the gloom, guiding me to her side. The wind swirled around me, carrying her scent—a promise of home, love, and a future yet uncharted. And when I broke through the trees and faced the threshold of the Breath of Elders, the air shimmered, alive with magic that danced and sang a melody both ancient and eternal.

No'ng unang araw na nagpasya akong maligo sa dagat mula nang bumalik ako rito ay gano'n din ang naabutan ko. Years had past but still, it was the same. The serene sound of the waves in the morning, the tender yet warm rays of the sun and the gentleness of the wind. Maging ang mga tao ay gano'n pa rin. Na animo'y sa loob ng nakalipas na mga taon ay walang nagbago. It feels nostalgic. It feels home.

*** Pitch black. Nothingness. There are whispers on the wind that are light and making me spin as they berate me from one direction and the next. I can’t make out what they’re saying, but tiny bumps are raising all along my arm, and there’s a ripple of electricity that makes its way up, pulsing against my neck. The darkness opens up, dropping me from where I was and into more of it until something catches my ankle and that deep, raspy chuckle is back.

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?

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

The mark on my hand pulsed in answer, and for a moment, I felt the heartbeat of the land — faint, uneven, but still there. Then I heard it. A whisper. Soft at first, like the rustle of leaves, but then clearer — words carried on the wind. Remember. My throat tightened. “Lyanna?” I whispered. But it wasn’t her voice. This one was younger, rawer, trembling with emotion. You promised you’d come back. I froze. “Who are you?” The whisper came again, closer this time. You left us in the dark. The air shimmered before me, and for an instant, I saw shapes — outlines of wolves moving through mist. Dozens of them. Their eyes glowed faintly, their forms translucent.