Wind Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

He cheers and floats back up in the air. I slap my hands together and feel the electricity build, running down my arms. When I pull my hands apart a small whirlwind of hurricane strength grows between them. “There’s a bad moon on the rise”. I whisper and throw my arms towards Tjalfe. The whirl reacts and flies towards its origin of power. He just steps aside, like he is walking on air, long before the wind hits him. He makes a face. “Come on sugar lips, you can do much better”.

I said as I reach for the fruit and watch as Vlash sit beside me as he peels the fruit in his hand. I follow to what he did and I nearly laugh to this fruit’s weirdness. It is peeled like a banana and it will reveal a pinkish color inside. I slowly bite it and sigh; it tastes like watermelon and full of juice. “Riri are you sure you are okay to continue the journey?” Vlash said as I take another bite. “I am, so do not worry about me. Are you... are you so worried that we must meet the others as soon as possible?” I ask feeling still light hearted upon remembering Leo and to what I am feeling towards the kind prince then to what Vlash feels towards Flora.

The weather angel exerted his strength even more, the wind was blowing very hard, until the fallen leaves were carried by the wind. His gusts were getting bigger and bigger. Like a hurricane, rolling up anything in the forest meant Orthus. The wind coils made Orthus swirl in the wind coils that Michael controlled.

Not only the entire leaves and trunk of this Golden Sky Spirit Tree are golden, but even the three Golden Sky Spirit Fruits on it are golden. Looking at the three fruits on it, even Severin swallowed. This was a fifth-grade fruit, and the aura inside was very rich and mild. He estimated that if he ate such a fruit, his attainment level would hopefully break through to that of a third-grade saint. However, at this moment, there is a huge Hurricane Wolf lying down below. This Hurricane Wolf is estimated to be seven or eight feet tall. Even lying there, it can give people a strong sense of intimidation. Just when Severin was about to approach, the Hurricane Wolf also sensed Severin's presence,

Heat pressed against her skin, and fear coiled in her chest. It needed water. Yet too much would smother it. The answer had to be balance. She turned not to Fire, but to Wind Isle. The wind shoved against her, as if trying to drive her back. Serena leaned in, breath ragged, eyes scanning for anything she could carry. Then she spotted them high in the branches…fan-shaped leaves that bent the air itself. She couldn’t climb with her basket full. Planting her shoulder against the trunk, she shoved until one fan cracked loose and tumbled down. Gritting her teeth, she snatched it up. The wind seemed to shove harder, almost sweeping her away.

Cadell Marcus's face turned cold. He grabbed the command token from his waist and touched it. In the middle of the magic move, a long sword appeared with golden light, and there were nine holes in the long sword above. There are seven small swords hanging from the hole. When it sways slightly, it makes a clear and pleasant sound. This sword is the supreme divine weapon of God Wind, God Wind Destroy Evil Sword. The sword comes out of its sheath, wind cloud moves, the momentum comes out, thunder storm is angry.

I curled against his chest, feeling his arms tighten around me. "Feeling any stronger?" I whispered, my smile laced with playful warmth as I lay against him. In answer, he extended his hand, fingers splaying outward as though gathering the very air around him. Slowly, he twirled his fingers, conjuring a delicate spiral of wind that danced and whirled, responding to the subtle command of his touch. The miniature vortex shimmered at his fingertips before he released it, sending it drifting gently out the window, where it vanished into the night.

It was like an answer. I crouched down, gazing at the fruit, my breath quickening. This wasn’t just any wild fruit. I knew it. My mother had shown it to me once in a dream, years ago. She had told me its name, the power it held. A fruit so rare that only the most ancient of trees produced it. It was called the Lunaris Blossom, a fruit that could heal the most grievous of wounds, temper the body, and even restore the life force of a wolf, should it be on the brink of death.

The third attendant dipped the brush into the molten ashes and looked at us both as if they were trying to figure something out. Whatever it was, when she was done, she began to draw on the right side of Ayame's right wrist. The brand was no bigger than two inches tall, one inch wide. She drew a simple, elegant crescent moon, a three-tongued flame between its points and a dainty little diamond in the middle of the flames. It was so small and yet held so much power, so much weight.

"Windfall, pick one opponent. Leave the other two to me." "Okay, boss!" Windfall's eyes were full of fighting spirit. Having been with Victor for a while now, Windfall was no longer as timid. Now, Windfall was no longer scared of monsters roughly its own size. It had even ridden a giant whale like a ship. Why would these monsters scare Windfall? Victor nodded at Windfall. Then, he drew his Ultra-Energy Solar Sword. Facing unknown monsters, it wouldn't hurt to be careful.