Words Are Wind Novels & Stories

The wind poem she came up with was written as such: Whispers Soft voices the wind carries How far will they go? Those words ever be heard Caresses the trees’ leaves, its skin the green grass What does it say? No one knows Can you hear it? Who will hear it? The words so soft It rustles the dirt passing by creatures above and below flowing through the air Where will it go? Does no one hear it? Those forgotten whispers Whose are they?

Sunlight streamed through the window onto the back of my hand, feeling warm and pleasant. I looked up, met Alice's sincere gaze, and slowly said, "Officer, your wish will come true. From now on, we will both be safe and sound and live long lives." As soon as I said that, a gentle spring breeze blew outside the window. Magnolia petals drifted down from the trees, scattering fragrant beauty all over the ground. I knew I never had to stay silent anymore.

I had to climb a mountain and beg for it. I opened my mouth to speak, but it felt as though there was cotton stuffed down my throat—I couldn't make a sound. Ray narrowed his eyes at me from behind Nadia. "Is there a problem?" he silently warned me. Snapping back to reality, I released her arm. "Sorry—that's a beautiful pendant," I said to her. "Thank you," Nadia replied.

Back then, he would follow me around with a runny nose and claim to protect me. I shook off the thought and continued talking to him. We got along well. When it was time to leave, he kindly offered to drive me home. On the way back, he joked that when we were kids, I would say I was going to marry him. I just smiled awkwardly. He stopped the car and looked at me seriously. “Wendy, I want you to know that I liked you back then, and I still do. I’ll wait for the day you open up to me. There’s no rush. I’ll always be here, just like before.”

The wind howled across the high ridges of Mooncrest Valley, rustling through the forest canopy like whispered warnings. Clouds—dark and bloated—rolled in from the north, masking the moon’s gentle glow. A storm was coming, not just from the skies, but in the hearts of every wolf standing in the valley below.

"You know that's not what I meant," Alpha Ethan said. "But that's exactly how I understand it," I retorted. Looking at the he-wolf before me, I felt only an unbearable sense of unfamiliarity. I turned away and left without looking back. The wind along the way was biting. Shivering with cold, I walked until I reached the river at the border, a place where no one knew me. Only then did I dare to gasp heavily for air and brace myself against a tree trunk as I sank into a crouch.

My brain already felt mushy, and trying to form words felt like chasing something that kept moving just out of reach. Whooosh! The wind slammed against me, wild and unforgiving. My hair flew everywhere, strands whipping across my face, sticking to my lips, brushing against my eyes. I blinked hard, trying to see through it, but everything felt unsteady. “Hey… can… you… wind… up… the… window… and close the roof…” I forced the words out slowly, each one breaking apart before it reached him. My voice didn’t even sound like mine. It sounded softer.

Her thoughts seemed to be read by the master. “The wind does not care what is in front, be it a rock, an ocean, a giant, or a pillar of fire. It just blows and does its job unseen by the naked eye but felt even by the tiny hairs of the skin.” “Is this some riddle, Master? I hope I didn’t wake up early just to listen to some word games.” “Not everything is a problem that you should answer, young lady. Open all your senses, not just your eyes. I’ll do it once more. You should be able to get it the second time.”

Killan's voice boomed, a battle cry that resonated through the very soul of camp Meridio. His command was swiftly followed by Kenru's fierce shout. "Charge!" Kenru streaked forward with incredible velocity, leaving our formation in his wake. The gust of wind generated by his swift movement was solid. "Curse of the wind!" he bellowed, and a cyclonic blast enveloped the battlefield. Leaves, branches, grass, and sand were swept up in a furious tempest, directed towards the encircling warriors. Kenru harnessed the power of the wind, creating a maelstrom that disrupted the enemy's formation. The crowd of opponents staggered under the force of the gale, some even lifted momentarily from the ground

My goddess power surged upward wild, untamed, and pure. The wind responded first. It gathered around me like a living storm, spiraling with impossible speed. The battlefield below erupted in shrieks as the ground trembled. The air thickened—so dense and charged it sparked against every surface it touched. Then, the world exploded into wind. A blinding gust shot outward from my center, sweeping across the southern courtyard like a hurricane. The rogue army screamed as the force of it ripped through them, tossing them into the air like feathers, slamming them into stone, crushing their bodies beneath the sheer pressure.