Windwaker Novels & Stories

After I was reborn, I burned every photo I had with Natalie Landers and tore up the three years' worth of love letters Kristen Rhodes had written me. In my last life, I'd been nothing but a joke caught between those two women. Natalie swore she loved me, but the moment I gave up my study-abroad spot for her, she left the country with Freddy Palmer. Before she left, she wrote me a letter, saying, "He needs me more than you do." I spent three months falling apart. Kristen brought me dinner every night and told me, "I've waited eight years for you." Once we were together, she came home on time every evening and never so much as looked at another man. I thought I'd finally bet on the right

Colder. Eden touches my wrist. "You're shaking." Am I? The numbness is a relief. He nods north, where the horizon bleeds into a blizzard. "It's not over." No. The Sovereign's final whisper lingers, carried on the wind. *"The Weaver is coming."* We walk. The game never ends. It *adapts*. --- The blizzard isn't weather-it's a *taunt*.

Around him, fragments of forgotten realities drifted like ash—a child's lost toy, the echo of a final breath, the silhouette of a city that never existed. So you've come home. The voice wasn't heard so much as remembered directly into his consciousness. Shadowalker turned. The Windwalker stood fifty feet away, though distance meant little here. He was tall, elegantly built, with hair like frozen sunlight and eyes the pale blue of a winter sky just before dawn. He wore simple white robes that seemed woven from light itself, and he glowed with a soft, terrible radiance. "Not home," Shadowalker said. "Visiting." Semantics. Windwalker drifted closer, his feet not touching the non-ground. You loo

Zane said beside me, I agree with his decision. He was powerful and was going to be crowned as the emperor while I was a normal magical physician. Rhyker was an often regarded and greatly praised god. Winter, time and jewels are crucial elements this divine being is associated with and most would regard him as modest and blunt. Often depicted as short, thin, immature and bright Rhyker was usually worshipped through pledges and oaths. There were a few types of places for those in pursuit of the aid of Rhyker, but natural sanctuaries and dedicated clothing pieces are a good way to start connecting.

One who was longing for kindness, and one who was full of kindness from people around him. The wind blew and dandelions flew in the air. The feelings lingered and the memories brought warmth and peace. Just like a kiss in the wind...

he asks stepping forward to get a better look at my face, I back up and with finding my lighter in the driver's seat, I light up a smoke and exhale to the right of me away from him. "It's alright. Nothing," I backed up another step from him as he stepped forward to touch me. Taking the hint he drops his hand and stays where he is. "I'm Jason, Jason Austin." He holds his hand out for me to shake. I take it carefully and shake his hand. "I'm Marrallyn Wheaton, nice to meet you." Boy, this guy yummy. "How old are you?"

Ancestor Pier whispered to his disciples before proceeding to take to the skies. Lam nodded sullenly at the order. He understood that he was not yet worthy to stand with the Ancestors in one room. For him to reach such a stage, he had to become a Phenom. His eyes flashed with a complicated gleam when he saw Mane who had also taken to the skies. Unlike the Ancestors, Mane didn’t use the forces of the world to fly. Rather, he was using Ashera’s famous Wind Walk. The wind elements gathered beneath his feet like a wave as he soared into the air, his speed not at all inferior to the speed of the Ancestors!

Sensing the age and power that came from the ancient wolf and came to stand behind her, peaking around her legs but not touching her. She was not surprised by the way he greeted her. He had called her by her nickname, Moon Wolf, since she had first been initiated as the conduit. A small endearment against the stark reality she always faced. He was dressed as he always was despite the cool morning air. Much like herself and her pack-mates that had lived so far to the North, they had become accustomed to its cold climate and were now immune. He wore only a leather kilt around his waist, his chest and feet bare, while his white hair flowed freely around his face. Two deep brown eyes that were s

The people on the beach were still marveling at the beauty of the mirage, sighing wistfully at how short it had lasted. Over on another end, the Aqua Dragon, Orkot, opened his eyes from where he was lying at the bottom of a lake. Delight flashed in his gaze as he said, "That kid made it into the mirage after all! Well, it's up to him from here on out. That mirage is pretty much a middle dimension." Wilbur landed on the shores of Windis in the mirage. He coughed up mouthfuls of blood as he looked up at the sky. The opening in the clouds was growing smaller and smaller before disappearing completely. Wilbur finally heaved a sigh of relief.

I marveled in excitement seeing the beautiful view of the surrounding, Wane must have spent so much one here The waterfall look so peaceful, I walk towards it and use my hand to scoop some water, feeling the coldness of it, I sighted a swimming pool at the corner of the castle, I walk towards the swimming pool admiring the beautiful nature of this castle, it's so big yet it's so quiet and lonely, I sat on the edge of the pool and deep my bare legs into the water, I use my leg to feel the sweetness and coldness of the water I'm not giving up on you Wane, not when I've come this far….I promise to do everything to make you fall in love with me, even if it means going out of my comfort zone