Wind Tamer Black Myth Novels & Stories

Maverick said while holding back a laugh. Tazaana frowned and unwrapped the cloth wrapped around her head and put on a cloak, then followed Maverick. “You want to go there using a portal or a flying wind.” "Flying wind." She replied. Maverick formed the wind like a cloud and rode it. Maverick pulled Tazaana's hand, who was hesitant to go up. “Let's move,” Maverick said. "Is this magic?” She asked. “Yes, my magic is wind magic,” Maverick replied.

Freya asks. “Call your brother now. He will confirm.” The man answers. “Who is our brother?” Mythi asks to test the man. “Black Dragon of Dark Knight.” The man answers again. “Call him.” “Mythi, video call oppa now! Hurry!” Freya tells her sister while staying on her fighting stance. “Okay, unnie.” Mythi says and contacts her brother. He answers immediately. His face looks worried on the screen. “Mythi? Why? What happened? Are you girls okay?” JD asks on the phone.

My chin was grabbed roughly and I was made to look up into the hate-filled eyes of my mate. “Bianca could never have asked you to bring her moon shade or have taken it knowing what it was”, he said and drew closer to me. “Because moon shade is a poison used to make wolfs bane”, he hissed the last part with so much anger that I felt my shoulders hunch. I looked to Bianca to see the victory in her eyes before she turned away to continue her fake crying. Tyler forced my gaze back to him with his hand on my chin.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

On the left, however, appeared a twisting wind, much smaller than the fire. “I control elements, Blame, but in my level, I can only tap the fire and the wind element. I assure you, though, that two elements are more than enough to bring down a nation.” Swallowing hard, she stood, her eyes intent on the hovering elements on his palm. It was then that she noticed his shadow standing behind him, its darkness becoming brighter and brighter. Her brows contorted, realizing that he’s directly harvesting energy from his shadow. How could he do that without collapsing?

He appeared in front of Yara and Norm almost immediately. His Black Lotus Flames were attention-grabbing as his armor reflected black light. A few of his tentacles swung menacingly in the air. They had suction cups and sharp thorns on them. No one was able to react to them as they moved with great speed. Norm and Yara were unable to think fast enough. It was like their mind and souls were in the hands of the Grim Reaper. Willow and Lisa screamed behind them. That was when a giant shadow swept toward them to attack Tyke, who went flying from the hit.

Assured they were as safe as possible for the moment, and I turned to head back to my mate. As I climbed up towards the room, a sudden, fierce gust of wind made my hand slip off the rail. I managed to steady myself with the other hand but still struggled to reach the balcony. Just as I was about to make it inside, I lost my balance and plummeted toward the ground. Desperately, I tried to shift into my wolf form to cushion the fall, but something was wrong—I couldn't shift. I hit the ground hard, the jarring pain making bells ring in my head. Darkness crept in, and I blacked out, the storm's roar fading into a distant echo.

“Your Majesty, you don’t understand. She’s my servant! How can she be Luna? She is nothing!” Her words cut through the murmurs, drawing the attention of the remaining crowd. My fists clenched at my sides, but I kept my head low, unwilling to give her the satisfaction of seeing my anger. “She can’t—” Amira continued, her voice rising in pitch as she gestured toward me like I was some sort of blemish that needed removing. “She’s not qualified to stand as your Luna. She’s a troublemaker! A murderer!” The last word sent a ripple through the room, but Alaric didn’t stop walking. He didn’t even turn around.

We float hand in hand,descending in darkness but seeing clearly in the tunnel we're falling through. I hear whispers around me,not making out the words they say because the voices escape me before I hear them fully. Shadows brush against me in caresses that feel like they're tugging at me. I make out distorted figures and shapes as we pass in a blur. I am not new to this. It's where I vanish through whenever I purge. My little secret. Not even my papa knows I am capable of it. And that is why I burn an amount of trees before I veilshift.