Wind Manipulation Novels & Stories

the man then raised his left hand and the wind around the city was gyrating around the man's form from the slow start to the unbounded strength of the wind seeming to be of the man's influence. This was not a simple wind as the dark divinity of the man was completely mixed within this element and produced an unearthly pull the takes all the enemies on the sky getting drawn unto the hands of the man. No matter how they escape, teleport, or blink, the immortals were going to be closer to the man little by little until the first of the victims were held by the left hand of the man. The unlucky victim's neck was grasped tightly by the man and no amount of strength, magic nor spell could loosen t

" She reached out to grab my sleeve. Her hands were covered in frostbite and cracks. I stepped back, avoiding her touch. "Sienna, you're mistaken about one thing." I looked straight into her eyes. "I loved the woman who had dreams and integrity, not this shameless, blame-shifting person you've become." With a loud bang, I slammed the door shut in her face. Outside, I could hear her suppressed sobs and the sound of her slapping herself. Leaning against the door, I let out a long breath. … One year later, I received the annual music report from the music app again.

Little Women¹ Eloise Kingston The cold air and the eerie feeling settled on my skin as I stepped out of the car. Something felt strange, very strange. There's a change in the wind. That was what my uncle would say when something felt wrong. At this moment, something was wrong.

"It will be small. Focus your will into a point. Shape the air." She raised both hands this time, whispered a string of words I couldn't quite catch, and the ground trembled beneath us. A tight, spinning column of wind rose between us, spiraling debris in a tight knot. It looked like a miniature tornado; violent, beautiful but terrible. My hands shook as I tried to copy her. I called the wind first: "Ventus," then willed it tighter, faster. The air shrieked as a small cyclone formed between my outstretched palms, swirling leaves and sand around and around. I let out a whoop of wild, giddy laughter.

She nods and says, “In order to manipulate it, you must be able to mentally control it on a molecular level. With this, you will not only create shields because of density manipulation, but you will also be able to generate hurricane-force winds, tornadoes, and storms. In the case of more experienced aero kinetic, they can starve their opponent of oxygen.” I think for a moment and then I tell her, “When the rogues attack my pack, I could fly, but it was thanks to the strong winds that lifted me up. Honestly, I don’t know how I did it.” She nods and says, “brain power, my queen. You were in a trance over the loss of your people. The idea is that now you can do it, but intentionally and not be

Nothing happened at first but then voices like whisper in the air and then it started from little breeze which blew the leaves around and created dust everywhere and then with time it turned into strong wind as it swirled around in a powerful force and Raymond stood his ground as he shielded his eyes from the strong wind which blew so much dust in the air. And then he saw Ryan released the dagger and the poison on the air as he began to say some strange words he couldn't understand and he saw on the ground where Ryan stood as a red circle appeared around him as he continued to utter the spell of manipulation. The whispers got louder and the wind became stronger.

A chill ran down his spine when he was wondering where the woman was. Before he could react, a powerful gust of wind surged from behind him, aiming directly at his vital points without mercy. He evaded to the side, but a few more powerful gusts of wind followed. Realizing the danger, Adrian stayed alert. The gusts of wind shattered rocks and tore up the ground with each strike as he dodged them one after another. Despite his exceptional agility and endurance, the onslaught of gusts showed no sign of abating. He could not ignore the chilling fact that the consequences would be dire if any of these gusts hit him.

The magic circle dissolved, transforming into a swirling vortex of wind that enveloped us in a protective embrace. "This spell," I announced, my voice ringing with authority, "is called Anemo Barrier." A shimmering wall of wind materialized around us, a constant, whirling shield against the onslaught. Anything that dared approach was shredded to pieces by the relentless force, a testament to the power of the wind god's blessing.

Mana rush into his veins moving up to his eyes. "You pissed off the wrong person". Said, Allan. He sprinted as the jots of lightning crackled. He swings his blade and the face of the Vondor was sliced up into several thousand cuts. Allan swings his sword around his hands sheathing the sword to his sheathes. The lightning sparkles had gone down with little jots sparkled out of his body. He looks at his palm. Allan instantly felt weak almost falling but staggered to stand up. "This is my mother's technique. Blessings of the wind. The ability to move swiftly like the wind.

If our fates had been altered, then someone had been watching both of us for a very long time. A faint sound came from the corridor. My father immediately turned toward the door while Adrian moved closer to it. He opened it carefully. No one was there. Something small lay on the floor. Adrian bent down and picked it up. It was a silver pendant shaped like a crescent moon surrounded by a circle. The Order of the Veiled Moon. I reached for it, but Adrian stopped me. “Don't touch it.” “Why?” “We don't know where it came from.”