Wind And Clound Novels & Stories

(Livia) The merciless winds caused the enormous trees to crash and slap against each other like mountains coming down from a raging hell-pit angered by the vigorous storm. The wind gusts knife the piercing thorns of branches. Branded upon the colossal tree trunk was a single blinding vanishing moon hiding away in the clouds, which had cut through the immensely thick cloud and fog like a laser. Its source could vividly make out to be an inferior.

I whisper, and he thanks me, and lets me through. Windazare, compared to Aquarius Waters is more humid and darker as it has more trees and the natural light is covered by the trees and the high mountains. During the day, most werewolves go running, but other prefer the night run which has resulted in Windazare Lights wolves becoming more pale compared to us Aquarius Water, and Firedune Pitts.

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.”

The sky wears a mix color of black and gray. I cast about some luscious voice but heard the whisper of the cold wind that will likely bring downpour and thunder. Later I witnessed the cloudburst of little white flowers so as all the grievance and mourning that spreads sorrow to the entire atmosphere. I literally donʼt understand the unforseen happenings but wished for all of them to quit whining.

"There is. That's the second thing I came to you for. I can tell you the weakness of the Winged Wolves. You can use that to blackmail them into stopping the war." "What weakness?" "You should already know that the Winged Wolves have the ability to control the clouds. That's why we built castles to live in the clouds. However, clouds are made of tiny raindrops and snow, which means they are not solid. They can only hold for a short time before they dissipate and melt." "So, there must be hundreds of Winged Wolves handling the clouds every moment to make them gather into the shape of a castle. If the clouds dissipate faster, for example, when the wind is strong, more Winged Wolves are needed t

Chapter 11 (Existing Hybrid) The cloudy sky, having little or no sunshine, the cloud seemed darkened as it looked like it was about to rain while the heavy wind blew the whole habitat. Eddie and his mum could be seen walking through the tiny rough road that leads to his mum's house. Their body was disburdened as they could feel their temperature being braced because the sun wasn't much as they were both expecting the heavy downpour. They walked side by side with different beautiful big trees planted by the road. On trees were birds howling and flying around.

Nadia seized the opportunity to delve into the intricacies of weather conditions affecting flight. Nadia's excitement was palpable as she began her impromptu lecture on weather conditions that affect flying, focusing on cumulonimbus clouds, their potential to produce turbulence and thunderstorms, and how they appear on the weather radar screen in the cockpit. She explained how pilots use this information to navigate such weather systems and ensure a safe flight.

The wind blew in the car as Clary and Levi were driven out of the pack. The road had no traffic at all and the ride was smooth. It was a sunny day and the air was warm. The sky was very blue and the clouds made beautiful shapes. The sun was glorious as noon approached. Levi was quiet, he did not want to be but he could not help it. He knew that Ace and Clary took longer than they should have to talk. He had a very strong feeling that talking was not all they were doing.

The wind grew stronger by the second, making it difficult to continue driving. Liam lifted his gaze and spotted a grand hotel nearby, its towering structure imposing against the darkening sky. Without hesitation, Liam and Elena stepped out of the car, braving the fierce winds as they made their way toward the hotel. The wind howled and whipped around them, sending debris flying and forcing them to cling to each other tightly. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they reached the safety of the hotel's entrance, relieved to have escaped the ferocious storm.

The street is still lit up well enough that he can see where he is going. The night has an underlying restlessness to it, despite the sense of fragile peace and calm. Win can hear the wind picking up as he walks, the soft breeze turning into unpredictable and rough swirls that tug at his jacket and coax goosebumps out of his chilled skin. The sky is heavy with grey, roiling clouds, and he can almost taste the ozone in the air, heralding the rainstorm barely contained in the thick clouds. It feels almost the same as the turmoil brewing inside Win's mind.