Wind Manipulation Novels & Stories

Madison still wonders where the woman from the fall went. “What is going on?” she softly asks herself as she creases the bracelet. Few minutes later, the wind become strong and aggressive. People on the rooftop started panicking and evacuating. Madison stood up to enter the building but the wind became more aggressive and caused her to have a hard time walking. The direction of the wind is opposite to the way where Madison is headed. That is why every step she takes becomes hard as it contradicts her body force. The wind become too strong that Madison lost her balance. She got pushed by the wind all the way to the barricade of the rooftop.

I demanded with a scowl. He lifted his hands and wrapped them around my neck before I could blink, pulling me extremely tight against him so that I could feel how hard his thighs felt against mine. I should be put off that the tights pressing against mine were not in any way feminine and were just as masculine as mine. But I wasn’t. “Because I want you to clearly remember that you’re about to get nasty with a man.” He answered as he grazed his lips lightly against my jaw, a feathery motion that made me shiver slightly in response.

Clancy, the bishop and Amelia were back on their feets deciding to help but couldn't go nearer, the intensity of their assaults was so unearthly unseen particles let out sparks causing infinitesimal objects to ignite on contact. Kudlak reformed himself spearing himself through the wind like a stone, the wind around him was compressed and solid making it tangible and so much fun to hold. Using this to his support, he toned on Mazel like falling the atmosphere on him but on impact, the solidified wind disassembled under Mazel's scorching fury.

But similar to the last time he still stood in his place unscathed. "Fuck it…" the man spoke. He took in a long deep breath before exhaling it slowly, he repeated for two more times before stretching his left arm and pointing it at Lyon. His right arm also grabbed the air near his inner elbow and started pulling back. A bow had started to appear from his hand, it was created by circular winds similar to a cyclone but was at an extremely minimal scale. He pointed it straight at Lyon as the arrow appeared as well. "Wind Magic: Rain of Needles!" He suddenly pointed at Lyon and released. It flew towards him who was only a few steps away, before changing his course suddenly going up to the sky.

The surrounding wind constantly poured into him as if wanting to fill him to bursting. This person was Philip, and numerous thoughts crossed his mind at this moment. “There are many types of wind, such as breeze, draft, gale, storm… “The wind is the rule, the law, and the path. “The wind can be as heavy as lead or light as a feather. “The power of the wind can make people relax but also make people mad.” As Philip’s mind continued to race, the surrounding wind element became gentler and more joyful while his comprehension of the wind element enhanced continuously.

If anything, they were getting hotter. Mathilda thought frantically. She knew that fire was weak to wind attacks, but she didn't think she could blow a portion of the fire out and get through before it closed again. Then she had an idea; a crazy, brilliant, dangerous idea. She tapped her mana to grab all of the air within the circle of fire, plus the air outside of the circle opposite her father. The compulsion to obey fought her, but with a titanic effort she shifted all of the air molecules so they were pointing in the same direction. The blast of wind she created was powerful enough to lift her off her feet and throw her clear.

it's been a year since Danielle and Nick got back together, They were now married. Danielle tried to help Nick the best way she could but Nick's Condition had become unbearable, his jealousy and rage only increased, he had stopped feeling sorry for hitting her when they argue, it almost always results in him attacking Danielle or Elena or them both. he's become so lost in himself that he now derives some pleasure from hurting them. it became so bad that he would beat Danielle' in public and threaten to kill her if she ever left him. "I'll hunt you down and kill you if you ever try to leave" he'll say. somehow Danielle still loved him and tried to manage him, but if this rage and vile behavi

I grinned. “You are a badass,” Trinity purred. “Ready for wind?” Calling the wind was trickier. Wind wanted to run free. It liked mischief, like Trinity. I could feel it stirring my hair, tugging at my scarf. Finally, a gust burst from my palm like a slap. It slammed into Mac, and he almost fell. Trinity let out a howl of laughter. “How about a nice gentle breeze?” He half pleaded. As I practiced it got easier and began to feel natural.

Before going to bed, I took my diary and wrote down a quote from Lise Kiberwa's poetry collection called "Wind", Completely for no reason at all!: >>Like the wind, I don't want to belong anywhere. Just like the wind, I want to be felt but not seen. Like the wind, I want to both strengthen and extinguish the wildfire. Like the wind, I want to stress some poor old lady gently sweeping her compound by bringing all the dirt she's been removing.

“Of course! I could use it that way!” Several green specks of light invisible to the naked eye shrouded Mane and he was pushed to the side, successfully evading Camila’s strike. Mane used Wind to move midair. He wondered how he had never thought of this before when it was actually the first thing that should have come to mind. It was an element called Wind, which was basically ‘moving air’. How did he never link that to the word ‘airborne’? He wished he had paid a little more attention to Wind, for he was very unfamiliar with using it midair. And that unfamiliarity cost him. For Camila was right next to him in no time. Once again she swung her axe at him. And once again, Mane evaded by relyi