Wind And Clound Novels & Stories

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

Not long after the boat vanished over the horizon, dark clouds rolled in, and massive waves surged like a raging beast, swallowing the shore. I was swept into the dark current, seawater flooding my lungs. As my consciousness faded, I felt a strange sense of relief. Meanwhile, at the grand cathedral in Laningarde, wedding bells rang out. Barrett, dressed in a white suit, was about to slip the diamond ring onto Astrid's finger when a disheveled guard burst in, his panicked scream cutting through the music. "Boss, bad news! A tsunami just hit the island. Miss Brooks didn't make it!"

As a result, the other end of the passage opened up. A rumbling like a sea tide could be heard, shaking the place to its core. "What's happening?" Claudia quickly climbed up. By now, the passage had become bigger again. However, the impact from the other side of the passage was too terrifying. "Be careful! "Get down!" Alex reminded Claudia. He saw that there was a powerful air pressure that was rushing over. The wind was stronger than a category 20 hurricane.

Agnes was too weak to speak, so I leaned my ear closer to her lips. "I'm sorry you've suffered so much, my dear Clairy…" she breathed.

Then, he suddenly broke into a run. "Hey, Jason, where are you going?!" The others panicked and rushed to stop him. Just as he was about to say something, a loud explosion split the air. Boom! A massive mushroom cloud burst upward from the mansion. Everyone's faces were drained of color. Before they could react, explosions after explosions blasted in the sky. Thick black smoke billowed into the rain-soaked night. Debris shot outward like deadly arrows. "Ivy!" Jason's mind went blank. All he could think was that Ivy was still inside!

His voice grew smaller as he watched my expression. I sniffed, and tears rolled down my cheeks. The moment I started crying, Harry panicked even more. Flustered, he pulled out a crumpled pack of tissue from his pocket and handed it to me awkwardly. "Thank you, Harry," I said. We walked back side by side in the wind.

"Tempestas arcano veni, nubes atrae surgant! Fulmen et tonitrus oram capitulum!" As if answering his call, the once serene sky transformed into a canvas of darkness. Thick clouds billowed and swirled, obscuring the sun and casting an eerie shadow over the forest. A deafening clap of thunder reverberated through the air, sending tremors through the ground beneath us. The winds roared with newfound vigor, howling in a tempestuous dance. Armand's men were caught off guard, stumbled, and faltered, their composure shattered by the raw power of nature unleashed.

Dean held his phone, frozen in place as the dial tone buzzed, sounding almost like the abrupt halt of his own heartbeat. A wave of crushing disappointment and panic swept through him. Autumn in Lindt was bleak with grey skies, endless rain, and the kind of chill that seeped into one’s bones. It mirrored exactly how Jake felt at that moment. For months, he had been relentless, like a tireless dog, throwing every trick he could think of into the chase—pursuing, cornering, and never letting up.