Windbreaker Wattpad Novels & Stories

Tears blurred the page, dripping onto the words as I wrote. The pain chewed through me, slow and merciless. I thought back to my last life. After I begged Jack to get tested, he packed up and walked out. Said he couldn't live with someone "so cruel." Then he vanished. No calls. No link. Nothing. I searched everywhere—Silvermoon Guard base, every place he might hide. But I never saw him again. The link stayed dead. There was no way to persuade him to go to the hospital for a check-up.

This was my purpose, this was my strength. "Brax, if you can hear me," I whispered to the wind, "I will avenge you. I will protect them. Our love and your spirit will guide me. We will rise, stronger than ever." As the sun set, painting the sky with hues of gold and crimson, I knew that the journey ahead would be perilous. But with vengeance and love as my children's torches, nothing could stand in my way. This was just the beginning, and the world would soon know the name of Luna Wicken.

Looking concerned. “I told you I had new moves,” I say, trying to sound humorous. “What the hell does that mean?” Wade leans down to pick me up, and I put my hand on his chest. “No, no, just help me walk,” I say firmly. “Ali, your leg is broken.” Wade scoffs. “Will someone explain what the fuck is going on? How the hell did you break your leg standing there?” “It’s the Guardian bond,” Wade says, annoyed. “You injure me, she gets the wound.”

The wind rapidly dying down as I feel the last of my energy flow into Julian. I let out a shaky breath as my vision blurs. I feel my body sway before I fall forward onto Julian **** Thaddeus's POV I watched in awe as my son performed the same miracle my mate did on me. Somehow I feel this is much different as I watch the scene unfold in front of me. The wind swirling around them faster and faster. I can see Reid's ice is literally mixed in with the wind as it whips around them almost as if it's snowing around them.

The Luna For Me A Novella of Atticus and Adriana ATTICUS My name is Atticus Payne, and I am the alpha of the Whispering Mountain Pack. It is one of the strongest packs around, one that is known for its impressive and secure location. I am known for my power, strength and of course, my New Year’s Eve parties.

"Out. Now. We are on foot." The Weaver—a wiry, heavily caffeinated man wrapped in a thick, insulated parka—stumbled out into the freezing, biting wind. He popped the rear hatch, his breath pluming in the icy air as he stared in absolute horror at the pitch-black, razor-sharp wall of ancient briars looming directly ahead of them.

Owen said quietly. I looked out the window and saw it in the distance—a large wooden sign marking Silvercrest territory. My uncle's territory. The place I'd sworn I'd never return to. The place that had taken everything from me. The vehicle slowed as we approached the border. The sign grew larger, closer, more real. Silvercrest Pack - Alpha Marcus Chen. Those words, that name, they made bile rise in my throat. I pressed my hand to my mouth, trying to keep everything down.

“Why aren't we using any of those?” “Because it needs a great deal of dark magic, and we absolutely do not engage in that,” I muttered. “Is there anything Bridge hasn't done already?” Nyx shook her head, and some chuckled. “So, we have to be ready and prepared for whatever we will face when triggering those systems,” I said. “Make sure you're prepared for the worst, and let nothing scare you.” “The Windwalkers are always victorious, there's nothing that'd change that!” I said, and they stamped their feet on the ground. Nyx joined the feet stamping late, but she did it, and there was a smile on her face as she did.

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

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.