Wind Manipulation Novels & Stories

"Serena, are you feeling unwell in any other way? "If you can't stand her smell, then she won't ride with us. It's not far. She can walk back by herself." My frail, dying body slammed hard against the ground. Pain exploded through me, as though my organs had shifted out of place. My knee struck a rock. My vision went black, and for a long time, I could not get back up. However, Seth never looked at me again. After pulling me away, he opened the car window to air it out, then quickly closed it and turned on the heater for Serena.

With so much force this time, he pushed it down with his feet. No action. Nothing! The car didn’t stop and just kept moving up the bridge. Immediately, his head swerved sideways to see Theresa who looked very worried as she watched him hit the brake pedal endlessly. He was beginning to lose control of the car but he tried so desperately to work the steering wheel.

Wind swirls around her but does not touch her as she sits peacefully. Holding her finger up to her lips, she beckons me with her long back fingernail. “She is this way,” she whispers against the wind. The tiny witch leads me through the corridors of the upper levels of the mansion. Wind continues to whip around us both but never touches the witch. She stops in front of a door and turns to look at me. “You know what must be done,” she says before she disappears into the gusts of wind that is tring to push me back from the door.

But I did not, and now it is too late, because we are at the border. I let go of my mates’ hands, and we form a circle, so we have eyes on all directions. I close my eyes, raise my hands and summon the wind. I direct the wind into Constantine. Leaves rustle softly, and I increase the intensity until the wind howls around buildings, and smaller trees bend slightly.

I looked back at them, then moved my eyes to Marlowe and waited. Marlowe clasped her hands behind her back. "The rest of you, put your current work aside. I want you to observe." She turned back to me. "We're going to try something a little more advanced. Directional wind summoning." She said it the way you'd say and now we'll watch something fail. "The formal technique involves three-stage elemental alignment. You anchor the base current, set the directional vector, then release the flow in a controlled stream. It's fourth-year curriculum." Another pause. "I'm sure that won't be a problem." Everyone gasped.

The man shrugged again. "Years have passed, and many things can change over the years. Perhaps they have become aware of their power and learned to use it." He shook his head and turned again. The man looked at the sky again and raised his palms upwards. As he moved, a strong wind rose around them. The breath created a whirlpool of sand around her while the other commander moved his hands as if he were pushing something invisible to everyone’s eyes. The wind grew stronger. Above their heads, the clouds began to shift, and the sun's rays began to seep from the openings of the clouds swept away by the force of the wind.

She moved with the wind. Each motion of her arm pulled the air into her wake, building pressure, velocity. The first fox leapt, and she twisted, flinging her hand upward. A vertical column of air erupted beneath it, hurling it high into the trees. The second slashed from behind, but the wind coiled instinctively around her like armor, diverting the blow. It still cut through fabric but didn’t draw blood. Power surged through her veins, wild and alive. It wasn’t calm, it screamed, untamed and electric. Her hair lifted, floating around her head in the spiraling gale.

After I was reborn, I burned every photo I had with Natalie Landers and tore up the three years' worth of love letters Kristen Rhodes had written me. In my last life, I'd been nothing but a joke caught between those two women. Natalie swore she loved me, but the moment I gave up my study-abroad spot for her, she left the country with Freddy Palmer. Before she left, she wrote me a letter, saying, "He needs me more than you do." I spent three months falling apart. Kristen brought me dinner every night and told me, "I've waited eight years for you." Once we were together, she came home on time every evening and never so much as looked at another man. I thought I'd finally bet on the right

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.

“Next, wind.” Cassie rubbed the dirt off her body as she stood up from the ground. “Pay attention,” Calvin said. She rolled her neck and watched him move his hand in a circular motion above some leaves until the wind rose the leaves in an inward spiral motion. “Cool” Cassandra let out. “You control the wind and stuff?” Calvin dropped his hand and turned to Cassandra. “Your turn,” he said. She furrowed her brows. “You can't really expect me to—”