Wind Book Novels & Stories

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.

Ms Vento scraped her seat closer to the younger and wrapped one of her arms around his shoulder, rubbing his arm gently in reassurance, comforting him silently. By the time another twenty-something minutes passed, Ash had calmed down enough for the pair to talk about other subjects calmly. One of such subjects being Brooke, Ash's little sister. There was never much to say about the teen other than the fact that she was kind and brave enough to stay with their mother and take care of her needs as she got better. She looked almost exactly like their mother, the only difference being her hair, which was long, wavy and dark brown. Another subject the pair had covered was the woman that came in c

However, just as they stepped out of the plane, a strong gust of wind began to blow. The wind force was at least about level ten. It was so strong it pushed them right back into the plane. If Vincent hadn't been gripping Ambrose's belt, he would have already been blown away. Caught off guard by the strong wind, Ambrose asked, "What's with this strong wind?" Larissa replied calmly, "Don't worry. Strong winds are extremely common here!" Vincent also seemed exceptionally calm. He casually adjusted his disheveled hair and said, "It's alright. My mommy and I are already used to it."

The raging invisible force blew him back a few centimeters, but he was back on his feet as soon as it passed. That made Jai realized something about the nature of wind. The very visible advantage of having a wind element is that wind is invisible to the naked eye. No one would be able to know where will the wind attack from and the only tell is the sound. But it was very faint and even that is only for the high pressured winds. ‘High pressure wind is needed to blow someone away. I couldn’t possibly tell how it goes when I was fighting Raka, but now I can tell because Ruhan isn’t as skilled as Raka,’ Jai thought as he watched Ruhan rushing at him with his fist raised.

Maybe wind isn't the best word. I think back to what happened down by the church, but how to describe it in words ? I push in ‘wind’ and look down over the results. I spot an online encyclopedia about wind. I click on the link, finding a lot of explanations but nothing about wind following a person. The word mythology seems to jump at me and I read: "In Greek mythology the northern wind is named Boreas, the southern wind is Notos, the western wind is called Zephyros and the eastern wind is named Euros". Boreas is marked with a link and I click on that.

The cool breeze, the sound of waves splashing my legs is soothing. Rohan's pov Nisha was walking ahead of me. Her hair was flowing due to the wind. It was such a beautiful sight. Suddenly I thought about the things that happened ago. Though I said that I had no problem knowing her past, I was burning inside. It was weird, I know. But the moment I heard that she was single, I felt happy that she is pure, proud that she will be mine completely and respect too. Otherwise I would be killing those bastards in the next second. Nisha is really a pure girl from inside and outside, a beautiful soul who needs to be treated with love and care. My thoughts were broken by Nisha's voice

What the Wind Left Behind Selena’s POV There was something different about the wind today. It didn’t whisper the same way. It didn’t bite like winter or drift like spring. It pressed itself against the windows of the lake house as though trying to speak not loudly, but insistently. A breeze that came with memory, not weather. As if the sky itself had been holding its breath since I walked away from Kieran’s world and had finally exhaled.

"We accept that the winds themselves are the music of the skies." I observed in amazement as they easily explored the skies, their sheets skimming through the clouds like birds in flight. "Windriding is an exceptional way to interface with the components." Alder's voice carried admiration. "Your dominance of the winds includes a layer of grace to the adjust of this place." Birch's eyes were taken after a windrider as they executed an elegant move, their cruise catching a blast of wind. "And the charm of the Charmed Timberland reverberates with the flexibility of the skies."

He cursed as I was walking up to him. “Say, if it wasn’t for Dylan Windell, son of Professor Theodore George Windell. I thought I would not have a chance to talk to you tonight,” I said as I was correcting my cuff links as Dylan turned to look at me. I smiled at him before he rolled his eyes. So much for a family reunion. “What do you want?” he asked me as I was looking at the sky. I know that Windell was the Wielder of the Wind and they were controlled by their emotions. I just hoped that Dylan was not mad enough to spin one of the typhoons here tonight.

The wind through the high mountain pass didn't just blow, it screamed, tearing at our clothes and whipping the pine needles into a stinging, horizontal flurry. Down in the tree line, Beta Vance was shouting into his comm-link, his panic carrying over the gale as his backup scrambled out of the forest like disturbed ants.