Wind Manipulation Novels & Stories

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.

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—”

I scolded her gently. "When your husband is angry with you or you have a heated argument, before he comes back from wherever he went, Make sure you've cleaned the house. Use air freshener to the scent of the house to make it warm and cozy when he comes back, he would feel the warmth and fragrance of the house, he would feel homely. Then you shower; you shave both areas. Men like bare land because it would be inviting not a bushy one that would give them work to do. Are you following?"I scowled my face while she nodded meekly.

So many things needed to go right for this to work. The blood magic barrier was strong but all magic had a weakness. Usually, if it had a solid manifestation, it was vibrations. The wedge was supposed to hit the dome that covered the pack to create a ripple effect, vibrating the metal of the car and the dome to send waves, breaking apart the magic that was built more like glass than woven magic. But in order to create the correct ripple effect that was needed, I had to hit the barrier going exactly 71 mph. Any faster it would create too quick of a ripple that it wouldn’t break apart. Too slow and the ripples would just dissipate before having a chance to do anything. That was hoping the wedg

The bulging muscles are tense as if rigid and still. The breeze slowly swirls around him in a fixed rhythm. He slightly turns his head to the right and the wind blows in that direction. Then he tilts to the left, taking the wind in the opposite route. A gentle whirlwind of wind starts to form in front of him, spinning like a small tornado but fixed to one place. He is about to multiply the intensity of the win when the familiar scent of cocoa comes his way. Suddenly, the wind stops and vanishes, leaving him there. Even though she is far away, he can still smell her.