Wind And Clound Novels & Stories

The wind and its fast paces were becoming greater by the clock, disrupting our agenda but we still trailed on. "I wonder if it's a sand storm," Aliyu verbalized his thoughts, the words washing away with the flow of the swift air as only some shades of it reached my ears but still I was able to discern. The clouds were brightening gradually as the dark ones that preceded, flushed away and dispersed above us like smoke mixing with the transparent airspace around.

I didn’t know that I have a very courageous beast in my hands. Rough gathered momentum and with speed moved into the cloud and said master you could start your command. The cloud around the top of the highest mountain at that time was thick. I closed my eyes and said I command you mountain before collapsed. May the southwest wind blow to break this mountain into pieces and filled the valleys around this mountain.

Faint murmurs could be heard but it wasn't so disturbing. That was the exact type of place that Sharlene needed to write her criticism. She took the seat that was right next to the window. Outside the window was the backyard of the library. It was quite wide, but people rarely went there. It was designed with flowers and bushes and a small way. The scene was refreshing. Sharlene started writing. ....... Voluminous and slightly blood-flecked clouds had taken over the sky. The weather was cold and gloomy. Daniel had already arrived there, he saw a guy standing there, wearing black pants and a hoodie.

Tarasha could see Rex weaving the rod in his hand as she tried to get up on her feet. He wasn’t in a hurry, he took his steps one after the other with so much confidence. The velocity of the wind was not reducing neither was the coldness in the the atmosphere. The lightening increased and thunder became noisier, it was evident that the clouds were about to let out the rain.

Lol. "Take care guys!" Klyde smiled as he was waving his hand while the dog also barked. Magnus was the one who just waved back at him. When the car was running, I was just looking outside the window. I opened it and The weather was so cold and the wind breeze rustles the leaves on the road and it blows my hair. I just closed my eyes and felt the fresh air. Luckily, it didn't rain today but all of us just prepared cause there was still a possibility as the clouds were dark so we bring some umbrellas.

"You all know about this Storm Formation, but there are only a few people in our Wind Peak who have truly entered it... The Storm Formation has the power of wind, and there are various levels of wind, such as wild wind, lightning, sword wind, mountain wind... There are many different kinds of wind. However, the wind in it is unpredictable. Every time a person breaks through a shackle, there will be a new wind, which is hard to defend against, especially the most terrifying one, which is not violent wind..." A strange expression slowly appeared on Feng Canyun's face, a look of lingering fear. Looking at Zephyr Khan that was gradually wrapped by the wind from all directions, he had a complicat

Tactile pupil said while controlling the flying cloud stone to fall downwards, a few people fell to the ground and walked towards the city on foot, arriving at the bottom of the city tower, only to see that there were soldiers stationed on the top and bottom of the city, and there was a flag hanging on the city wall, which was printed with the logo of the Wind and Cloud Unmovable City, which was a big mountain, precisely meaning immovable as a mountain. But then look closely, the mountain is red, but also vaguely like a burning flame, this is another layer of meaning, its invasion of fire, meaning that the wind and clouds do not participate in the chaos of the city, but who dares to come to

Ethan The wild winds have already begun testing the roof’s mettle, so after the hunt, I start gathering my tools to work on it. This storm’s going to be a bitch. The clouds look like bloated cows, and every body of water has white-capped waves. Mother Nature’s serving us up one whale of a weather front—for the millionth time this decade. We just can’t catch a break around these parts. “What are you doing?” Luna asks, watching me as I buckle on my tool belt.

“That isn’t natural.” “No,” I said. “It’s her.” He swallowed, throat tight. “Clara?” The name carried too easily on the wind. Like the sea already knew it. Below us, wolves bristled and howled as one. Above, the clouds split into spirals red at the center, silver at the edges. A storm forming without wind. Ace thrashed inside me, snarling. Let me out. Let me outtt “No.” I forced breath through my teeth. “Not yet.”

The cliff shoot started at seven PM and the wind had a specific agenda. Not cinematic wind — not the dramatic kind that fills sails and lifts hair and makes for beautiful footage. The persistent kind. Cold and salt-edged, pressing against you with the flat patience of something that had been doing this since long before you arrived and would continue long after. The crew rigged overheads to handle it. Old Liu made adjustments with the resigned pragmatism of a man who had long ago made peace with the fact that weather didn't care about his schedule.