Windwaker Novelas e Histórias

Didn't you give Harper the peach spritzer first? Todd never responded. A few minutes later, the group chat was disbanded. ... A colleague called me back for a nap. I agreed, switching off my phone. On my way back to the office, the wind began to pick up. While waiting at a red light, I suddenly remembered our graduation day, when a fierce gust of wind had blown my cap clean off. Todd had chased it down and gently placed it back on my head. "That moment was stunning," he had said, his eyes filled with warmth. "When we take our wedding photos in the future, we'll swap the cap for a veil. When it flutters in the wind, you'll look beautiful."

My wife Naomi Holden's phone was always on silent mode. Whenever I needed to reach her, the call never went through. My only option was to ask everyone around us, but when every single person gave a different answer, I already knew the truth. She was with him again, the frail man she had never been able to let go of. On our seventh anniversary, we had plans to meet at our usual spot for dinner. Three hours passed, and she still had not shown up. I stood on the street, burning with fever, dialing one number after another. My father picked up, his voice warm and unhurried. "Naomi just came by for dinner. Don't worry, I've got my eye on her for you." A friend working at her company lau

The phrase echoed deep inside me, striking a place I thought long dead. I looked at them—these wolves who had been cast aside, hunted, broken, forgotten. Every scar, every hollow stare, was a story of survival. The air seemed to stir, whispering faintly through the trees. It wasn’t divine. It was older than gods. "Duskwind." The word slipped from my tongue before I could think. Cassian frowned. "What?" "Duskwind," I repeated, louder. "The wind that carries dusk into night. The last breath before darkness, and the first before dawn. That’s what we are."

The wind speed was jumping in a pattern that made no sense for a storm. "Did you see that?" Miri asked. She was sitting at a desk made of old wooden pallets, her fingers flying across a keyboard. She was the group’s visual specialist: she could look at a blurry photo and see things no one else could. "The weather flare," Jax whispered. "It’s Adrian Vance; he’s using the SOS pulse."

Catherine roared with her last ounce of strength, “Stop the 'God of War' Protocol! Our destination...Alcatraz! Coordinates, XXX, XXX!” The AI's voice was silent for a moment. “[...Coordinates confirmed. 'The Devourer's Throat.']” “[Warning: This area is the 'Eye of the Storm,' perpetually surrounded by Category 13 hurricanes. The 'Poseidon'...cannot force its way in.]” “Use it!” Jack abruptly raised the ancient coin Victor had given him, engraved with a wolf's head and runes, “Use this 'Raven'!” The AI's red warning light flashed even more intensely.

Garrick The crackling fire cast dancing shadows across the rough-hewn walls of my small cabin. Outside, the wind whistled through the pines, carrying with it the promise of another storm. I stood at the large window in my tiny office, my gaze drawn to the distant silhouette of the Frostpeak Range. Those jagged peaks, barely visible on the horizon, were a constant reminder of the responsibilities I'd left behind.

“I sent the both of you out here to at the very least calm down and keep your eyes out of the matter but you both can’t just stop stepping on each other’s tail, can you?!” “Don’t you dare speak to me! You don’t even have it in you to keep your le-“ Before Hakan could even continue his sentence, the stinging pain of his cheek had pushed him back a couple of steps away from the twins. “Go ahead and continue that sentence, see where will that lead you Hakan,” it was safe to say, Skye was seething, her once blue eyes started shifting to golden ones, a feature that had come from being a Legacy Wolves, one that appears when once’s emotions had run wildly.

Nicholas growled. “It's no wonder why these fuckers have not had any reasonable increase in technology and life in fact,” Nyx growled through a mind link. “I doubt that Akira would be here.” “It is very much my business, and if you don't see me fit enough to be told about whatever it is, you should as well turn back and leave Gingrich.” He shot back at us. How about a little power play? Shall we? “I am Alpha Kieran White, Alpha of the Windwalker pack, a member of the council of Alphas, and I demand entry with my pack into Gingrich, and I sincerely doubt that you'd want to go against my word and request,” I said calmly, staring at him in the eye.

in the wall located in the no-man's-land between the Crescent Moon and Silver River territories. It was neutral ground for the dregs of society rogues, exiles, and humans who knew too much. Smoke hung heavy in the air, smelling of cheap tobacco and stale beer. The music was a throbbing bass line that vibrated the floorboards. We walked in. I kept my head down. Kai walked with a limp he didn't have, disguising his gait. "Back booth," Kai whispered. In the darkest corner of the room sat a man. He was impossibly thin, wearing a suit that looked like it was made of spiderwebs. He wore dark glasses, even in the gloom. His fingers were long, tapping a rhythm on the sticky table. The Weaver. We sl

"not when I don't leave your side. We must stick together. In fact let's proceed with the game and keep watch too. If you sight them, trust me with the observations and please pretend not to have seen them" "Okay. Um..the next on the list is the..the...whoa! This is creepy" she said showing him the leading note they had found earlier amongst the debris. "We will need a way to cross the lake to the other side. Don't worry, I will make it happen" he said and squatted " hop on" "Huh?" "Piggyback ride"he grinned. She hesitated at first but after noting the men hiding some distance away she obliged. "I'm scared, I see them" She said in a whisper but he had to assure everything would be fine. He w