Wind Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

The words came out a little too fast and I realised I was smiling, my chin lifting a bit as pride sneaked in before I could stop it. Elena paused and looked at me over her shoulder, one brow lifting. “Are you bragging right now?” I made a small laugh. “Maybe a little.” She chuckled too, shaking her head as she opened the fridge, the light spilling out and revealing the neatly arranged shelves. Everything inside was organised and carefully stocked. There were bowls of cut fruits, small containers with labels, bottles of juice and milk lined up like soldiers, and what looked like prepared meals sealed and untouched. She reached in and took out a small bowl of fruit, setting it on the counter.

"Does your leg still hurt a lot?" He lowered his voice. "When we get back, I'll contact Professor Weaver. He has a new specialty drug from overseas. It's supposed to be best for scars. I won't let you end up with one." Ivy raised her eyes. They slid over his face, calm and empty, then drifted past him to Florence, who was lifting the hem of her dress and hurrying over. Both their faces were faintly red from alcohol. Ivy saw it clearly. Bitterness rose in her throat.

Abigail, the butler had appeared as well, trying to manage the situation. “I think the strawberries…” Harper tried. “The strawberries are poisoned!” I exclaimed, a finger in my mouth. “What are you saying?” Someone shouted at me. I didn't know who. Anyway, Harper's symptoms didn't worsen. She had a strawberry allergy but it was minor. It simply made her skin itch and redden. The inhouse nurse arrived and we were soon told she was going to be fine. “Such a pitiful soul,” Abigail muttered. “It must have been so painful.”

"It will be small. Focus your will into a point. Shape the air." She raised both hands this time, whispered a string of words I couldn't quite catch, and the ground trembled beneath us. A tight, spinning column of wind rose between us, spiraling debris in a tight knot. It looked like a miniature tornado; violent, beautiful but terrible. My hands shook as I tried to copy her. I called the wind first: "Ventus," then willed it tighter, faster. The air shrieked as a small cyclone formed between my outstretched palms, swirling leaves and sand around and around. I let out a whoop of wild, giddy laughter.

" 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. Coupled with the ground being overturned, the passage was also moving in a fierce rhythm. "Wha—" They were violently blown away and thrust toward the other end. The two finally converged midway through and pulled each other in. "Requiem Clock, suppress!" "Ksitigarbha's Ten Wheels Earth Incantation—Special Stamp of the Three Realms!" "Buzz—" The holy energy burst with golden light, forming a huge Buddha palm that wrapped Alex and Claudia. Like a mountain, they were unmoved, no matter how violent the winds blew.

Little Apple made a mysterious seal and spat out a word, "Earth." "The third one." The chief of the Slave Clan said with a surprised expression. In addition to the Wood Character Secret Skill and the Walking Character Secret Skill, Little Apple showed the third secret skill, the Earth Character Secret Skill. Between heaven and earth, the wind and snow were flying and the tide was surging. The momentum of Little Apple almost doubled at this moment.

drainging…. The winds started blowing violently causing the Golden shifters to waver from their position. A great eye was created in front of Wang and the winds started roaring as it rushed towards the eye. Soon, the Golden Shiters started getting sucked into the vortex of the huge circling mass of wind. *What is this?* *What is happening?* *No!I can’t resist anymore. I feel like I am being dragged into the eye.* *Master, Alex…. Save us…*

Suddenly, he felt waves of vitality coursing through his veins. “What kind of magical fruit is this?” Tyr narrowed his eyes and muttered. “It is said that Eldrian brought back the Salvo fruit tree from a forbidden area back then. Can I also poach these fruit trees back to Komodo Island?” Tyr thought this approach was feasible. Although he came to Helsby Mountain for the Dragon’s terrain this time, it would be beneficial for him to take the magical fruit trees with him too. Just as Tyr was pondering how he should proceed with digging these fruit trees out, a strange flute sound came from the other side of the woods.

Dark as black. The sides of his face were tattooed with a dreadful image of a human skull with a single red rose flower in it’s mouth... the stalk of the rose flower running straight into his pinna. He wore diamond earrings - they lined up at the edges of his pinna (outer ear). His teeth was surprisingly pure white and well arranged. With two golden incisors clearly visible. He looked like the word 'fear' in capital letters. Then he was as huge as the devil himself.

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.