Wind Manipulation 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”.

Honestly, how did I forget that? Gathering courage, I raised my hands and beckoned to a tuft of north wind. It came, cold and brisk. I focused my energy, channeling it so the tips of the wind became dark and menacing. "Blow strong enough to scare them, not enough to drive them away."

Wind magic has always been considered the easiest of them. Why? Because no place existed void of air. And air, unlike most other elements, is flexible, bendable to one’s will. Not much mental strength is required to manipulate it. It is, in theory, the best element to start a mage off with. But not the way Naesir made it seem.

Stronger. “Wind, air, and magic,” I continue, my voice steady, “rise upon this dark creature and reveal its true nature.” The ground at my feet stirs, and then the wind answers, sharp and sudden, sweeping up dirt and dry leaves in wild spirals. A small tornado forms, whipping through the clearing with a howling shriek. It spins tighter, faster, charging straight toward the dog. Light gathers in my palms—pure, blinding white—and shoots out in a beam that slams into the twisting wind. It lifts the dog off the ground like a broken doll.

“My Dearest Kiran, Hopefully, this book has aided you on your life path, and you’ve chosen to keep the good and discard the bad. This spell is not for the faint of heart. If you ever need to release someone else from enchantment, you will have to be strong; stronger than ever before. Depending on how strong the enchantment is, you will need to alter the spell a little. If the person has been enchanted by magic for more than four weeks, it will take a lot more power, and you might need the earth’s elements to draw from the magic around you.

The wind, at his silent command, whipped into a frenzy, disorienting the others, stealing their breath. He moved through the chaos, a whirlwind of controlled power. His paws struck with the force of hammer blows, not just to injure, but to disable. He didn't need teeth and claws; he was a force of nature. A surge of earth lifted a rogue, throwing him into another. A gust of wind slammed them both against trees. He felt Adriana’s presence in his mind, a flicker of her fire, a shared sense of purpose. Hold them, he’d told her.

sound: "This seat acts, do not need your guidance!" "Yes, yes, yes, villain talkative! I'm too talkative!" The man surnamed Wu hurriedly slapped himself hard twice on the face. "Humph!" Thousand Killing Royal Wind flicked his sleeve and coldly said, "Now that this seat's Nine Underworld Braking Technique has finally been practiced to the ninth gravity, it seems that I still need to personally make a move ......"

“As if your body recognizes its newfound strength like the back of its hand.” The smooth sailing of chilly air rippled as it was drawn toward the center of the greenhouse’s ruins. The air gathered and swirled in a frenzy around the Elder’s hand. Soon, it started to twist, bending in the wielder’s desired form. It elongated. The base winded around his right hand and crawled to the ground like a vine.

The arm of the human-shaped puppet was cut off by him with his own hands, so he knew better than anyone how hard the arm was than anyone else. But now, his arm was cut into pieces by the ice and snow in an instant. "Something's wrong!" Soon, Caspian's eyes narrowed slightly. "It's wind." He was very sure that the ice and snow were just a cover for his eyes. The arm of the human-shaped puppet was cut to pieces by the wind that roses at that moment, and then disappeared firstly. "It's the wind that broke the arm, and the airflow not only exists in the Eyes of the Extreme Empty, but also in the route I flew before.

I'd grown bored and weary, but I still wanted them to suffer. Slowly, I had the shadows twist their body parts the wrong way. Their fingers, bent backwards. Their arms, twisted in the sockets in the wrong direction. Their knees popped out of place and faced opposite the way they should have. Their hips, bent right the way back like I was trying to make origami out of them.