Wind And Clound Novels & Stories

How could they leave her alone. She went out thinking of walking back home. The weather was nice, perfect according to her state. It was windy , cloudy and peaceful. She couldn't help but inhale a deep breath of air. She felt calm. ___________________________________________________________________________

He'd gone food shopping with his parents, knowing his dad would let him get a large pick 'n' mix. When he got back, he shared it with us. We all sat watching the colours blend in the sky, shouting out what each cloud looked like and then debating it with each other 'That one looks like a bunny' - 'No, it looks like a hand playing the scissors from rock-paper-scissors.'

The summer rain came without warning. Asher and Carter stood outside the door, drenched by the pouring rain. "Dad?" Carter's voice carried endless panic. "Has Mom really abandoned us?" Asher closed his eyes. His heart was already bleeding. He knew he could no longer deceive his son or himself. Winona truly did not want them anymore. … The next morning, Winona arrived at Julian's door early. The moment the door opened, Yara flew into her arms, clinging tightly and refusing to let go.

Clouds were twirling into a funnel, and strong winds were building up. “TORNADO!” Brock screamed.

The warmth that had been in the air just last week had either faded away into the sky or leached into the earth. The breeze was roaring like a swirling storm when they reached their destination; it was the sort of rough night that made one assume that spirits and evil might well be merging. The wind brings neat drops, each one a promise of the rain to come. As chilled air moves the clouds, streaks of grandness breakthrough from a patient moon.

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

Both Blakes gasped as they took in the air to fill their lungs. “It would seem these laws want our lives.” Blake’s clone commented. “So, it would seem. Still have four more to go.” Blake Prime replied. As he said, the next one to befall them was a light grey cloud with a shadowy lighting striking them. Blake didn’t close his eyes this time and watched as the whispering lighting entered all of his clones and himself, but nothing happened for moments passed. “What’s the problem with this one? It should be the wind power, but I don’t feel any winds nor breeze.” Blake’s clone stated, looking around.

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind knocked them out. A wild laugh echoed in the tumultuous wind, which now resembled a tornado. Nate and the princess stood their ground, but the entity remained obscured. Despite the chaos, she knew that the smell was that of a rogue, and it was not a good omen. Nate tried to calm the wind by twirling his hands, but to no avail. This was the most powerful rogue they have ever encountered and as they were trying to escape, the wind yanked them to the tree and Claire felt a sharp blade impaled in her chest, making her unconscious…

[THE SUN RISES UP IN THE SKY, CLOUDS DANCE AROUND WITH THEIR RIGHTFUL MATES. WILL WE EVER STOP HIDING?] ••• The wind blew and whispered inaudible utters in the ears of those whose hearts were dancing to the enchanting rhythms of the unspoken songs of the wind.