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.

Thinking about what had happened to the previous partner, Gabriel offered a silent moment of sympathy for this business partner who had presented Jason with the tickets to the Twilight Dance Company's performance. Gabriel took a deep breath, mentally preparing for Jason to throw a tantrum. Unexpectedly, not only did Jason pick up the ticket, but he even looked at it in detail. Although the ticket was quite huge, the design was extremely minimal. Other than the main information, there were no further distracting designs.

, i dont know why but i put my arms out and spin and blow with my mouth, i cant explain but i feel as though im calling the wind, i have no idea where my strength was coming frombut i have neverfelt so strong, I twirl my arms and the wind came, the more i twirled the stronger the winds got, nobody could see a thing, i could only just see Jonas, he was running but the wind kept pulling him back, most people had ducked as low to the floor as they could including Shannon whovwas still behind me, "You can drop the wind now" Jamie said through the mind link, so i dropped my arms slowly until they came to a stop and the wind died down until it was non existent.

His grip was too tight, and I could feel the pain in my wrist due to his strength. I couldn't break free, so I shouted helplessly, "Let go of me!" Simon seemed not to hear me, and he only kept pulling me toward him. "Janice, give me another chance to make it up to you, alright?" Before he could finish, someone punched him in the face. "She told you to let go! Don't you understand?!" The punch came fast and hard, catching Simon off guard. He let go of my wrist and stumbled back, knocking over the chair behind him.

The ring felt slightly loose against my skin. “I’ll take it to get resized first thing tomorrow,” he promised quickly. “There’s no need,” I said, looking down at our hands. “Fingers always thin out during the winter. It’ll fit perfectly by the time summer comes around.” He stared down at my hand, then looked back up at the massive curtain of green light dancing across the Arctic sky, a sudden, radiant smile breaking across his face. “You used to say that the northern lights you spent a lifetime chasing were never meant for you, and there was no need to chase them anymore.”

Dean held his phone, frozen in place as the dial tone buzzed, sounding almost like the abrupt halt of his own heartbeat. A wave of crushing disappointment and panic swept through him. Autumn in Lindt was bleak with grey skies, endless rain, and the kind of chill that seeped into one’s bones. It mirrored exactly how Jake felt at that moment. For months, he had been relentless, like a tireless dog, throwing every trick he could think of into the chase—pursuing, cornering, and never letting up.

He was smiling as he waggled his eyebrows. “Did you think I didn’t have control, little Winter?” He scoffed and winked at me. “Normally, I’d welcome any touch from you. But yes, you only need to touch me once, anywhere on my body, with any part of your body. If you hit my shirt, it doesn’t count. I have to feel you touch me, little Winter. Once you do that, you win. Within five minutes.” “Don’t you dare, Winter. Don’t you fucking dare!”

But this time, I didn't. "That's right. That little vixen is seducing my husband. Can't I teach her a lesson?" I shot back harshly. I felt him gradually squeezing my throat at my deliberate words. Ray's tone was threatening as he said, "I'm warning you, leave her alone." I laughed at this. Tears stung the corner of my eyes as I cackled on. I could feel my lungs running out of oxygen, and my eyes started to roll backward. Ray released his grip just as I was about to lose consciousness. I collapsed close to the edge of the bed, coughing for a long time. He had left a hideous handprint on my neck.

I watch, breathless, thinking it will disappear — but instead, the condensed currents split, sliding smoothly along both sides of his throat, brushing the skin with the gentlest, most deliberate, and menacing caress, before they meet again behind his neck. There, in a heartbeat, the wind snaps back into form, reforming into a razor-fine blade. And then — faster than the eye can track — it whips across the room. CLANG. The windblade slices straight through a steel art sculpture standing by the far wall — a polished metal spiral about thirty centimeters wide — and cuts it clean in half. The halves clatter apart with a ringing sound, the edges gleaming sharp and fresh. The blade itself dissipat

The wind hurled everything and everyone against the wall. Before I went flying, I felt a powerful presence from the wind. I twisted my body and manoeuvred fast enough to slam my feet against the wall. I propelled myself forward, shooting forward like a spinning bullet and drawing out my claws. My instinct warned me not to attack, instead, I slammed my body into the invisible person, throwing us out of the circle of wind. As we flew to a wall, I crossed over, wrapping my arm firmly around its neck and cushioning the impact it would feel with my back and legs.