Wind Manipulation Novels & Stories

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

"You think you are a king, Baraka? You are a coward hiding behind dirt!" Kael threw both of his hands into the air. The stagnant, dust-choked air of the Makuyuni pass suddenly violently twisted. Kael’s aerokinesis didn't just generate wind; it manipulated the atmospheric pressure itself. He summoned a localized, Category 5 wind shear directly in the center of the pass.

The temperature dropped drastically, the wind that blew felt colder, piercing the skin's surface. The trees swaying in the wind dance a dance of death that is both beautiful and magical, their dance accompanied by the sound of dry leaves, and the leaves singing as the wind blows them. The hoarse singing was muffled, their singing was like a muffled screams. It was like someone who wanted to scream with his neck choking hard, someone who was in a transitional period between life and death. They sang and danced as if it was the end of the world. The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left

Coughing on smoke, Emma went to open a window before realizing there was no way to do so. And some of those habits really sucked. She moved to the front door instead, her hand hesitating on the knob before finally throwing the barrier open. The wind bit her face immediately, its cold strengthened by the lack of sun. Emma squinted against it and swung the door like a fan, letting the night air howl free through the space in exchange for dispersing the smoke. She was out of breath, her arms sore, by the time the blackness inside was finally gone. Even so, a trace of the burnt smell stuck to everything. Taking one last look at the darkness past the threshold, Emma slowly closed the door and tur

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

Outside, the wind rattles the trees, shaking loose the first of the autumn leaves. Finally, Josh exhales and steps back. “Forget that for now, Ari,” he says, voice softer now. “It’s too early in the season for this.” I nod, holding my phone tight against my chest. As he leaves, closing the door behind him, saying nothing and everything all at once. I let the wind carry the weight of everything—the missing summers, the distance, the cracks forming between us, the unspoken promises. Autumn has begun, and everything feels like it’s falling. But maybe… just maybe… Some roots, some seasons, are strong enough to survive it.

We had only bought ourselves a brief window to escape before their army arrived in full force. With my vision tunneling on the dark witches, I summoned every remaining shred of power, calling forth the wind with an intensity I didn’t know I possessed. It came to me, fierce and howling, a force of nature that spiraled around me in wild, invisible eddies. I pushed it outward, letting it ripple over the battlefield. Like a cyclone in miniature, it tore through the ranks of dark witches and shifter guards, scattering them as though they were nothing more than leaves on the breeze. A tempest rose at my command, howling and whipping around them. Dirt and debris surged with the wind, swirling into

It was Melissa. She grabbed my arm and swam toward the shore with all her strength. I could feel her hands trembling, but her grip was firm. The waves slammed into us, as if trying to swallow us whole. Melissa gritted her teeth, breaking free from the waves again and again. I saw the determined gleam in her eyes. Finally, we were nearing the shore. Melissa summoned her last bit of strength and shoved me toward it. I was lifted by the force of a wave and crashed onto the sand.

At night, the whole thing is a great deal more powerful and stunning, a red and burning whirlwind that reaches for the sky. I play with it more this time, making it hotter so that we can all feel the heat radiating off of it, experimenting with the brightness and the colors, pushing it this way and that to see how much I can move it around. I’m quite pleased when I see that I can use Luca’s wind to blow it like an actual tornado, whipping it around the open space before us, though of course I’m careful to keep it from getting too close.