Wind And Clound Novels & Stories

My emotions no longer interrupted the wind, this time it was steady, just as Grandmother told me it would be. As I grew the whirlwind I called on the water. The wind and the water whipped around Kayden, the outer bands hitting even his warriors behind us, causing them to stop fighting and focus on us instead. Within moments a hurricane was brewing inside Haven. Thunder crashed as I rolled in clouds and increased the wind.

Once a muted grey, the sky darkened further, casting long shadows across the sugarcane field. With a shared smile, they gathered their belongings, laughter echoing through the air as they playfully dodged the raindrops that now fell increasingly. The wind, once a playful companion, now urged them towards shelter, whistling through the sugarcane stalks like a symphony of nature's power.

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.

The wind rustled the paper calendar hanging on my wall and I glanced at the crossed off days. Six days left. I was so close to freedom. Pulling my jacket tighter around me, I walked over to the window and peered outside. The sky was steely gray and the clouds looked like they might bring a tornado. It was late spring and the weather this time of year was unpredictable.

Not that she was complaining, she loved the mystery. Crouching low on the moss-coated ridge, her eyes scanned the horizon. “Clouds,” she whispered. “Everywhere.” The clouds weren’t just in the sky. They rolled and drifted between the trees like smoke, glowing faintly in shades of white, gold, and violet. She had heard rumors that the CloudClaw pack’s sky was never clear. Rumor had it that their witches had bound the weather itself to their will. But seeing it…breathe… was something else entirely.

On the day my daughter is discharged from the hospital after recovering from the flu, I run into my ex-husband, Zachary Levine, whom I have been divorced from for seven years. He is there to pick up his wife, who has just given birth. He looks a little surprised as his gaze moves up and down to take in my clothes, which is still stained from my child's vomit. I had no time to change out of it earlier. "Long time no see. How have you been lately?" he asks. I smile and say I am doing fine. As we are about to part, he grabs my arm. "Alyssa, our son misses you a lot. If you are having any difficulties, don't push yourself. The passcode for the house in the north of the city is still your b

The car screeched to a halt at the harbor. Barrett leaped onto a private speedboat, taking the wheel as he slammed the throttle into the roaring storm. Waves violently battered the hull, threatening to capsize the small vessel, but he didn't flinch. Only one thought burned through his panic. "Octavia, hold on. I'm coming." I woke up to a bone-chilling cold. The tide kept shoving my body onto the rocky shore, only to drag me right back out into the freezing water.

The Cliffside Winds On the windswept cliffs, they bound her carefully in silk ropes to wooden frames overlooking the crashing ocean. The strong sea wind whipped across her naked skin, cooling her while the sun warmed her from above. Men approached from all directions — some taking her mouth while the wind carried her moans across the waves, others lifting her legs to enter her with deep, rocking thrusts that matched the rhythm of the ocean below. The constant movement of the wind and waves added an unpredictable, exhilarating edge to every encounter.