Autumn Novels & Stories

Chapter 77 Aurora's pov This day came quietly. The kind of day autumn always brings—the air crisp enough, the trees shedding gold and amber like they were tired of holding on. Leaves skittered across the pavement, crunching under careless steps, and the sky hung low and pale, like it was holding its breath. It was the end of the semester.

And Gavin—well, Gavin’s three hours away, counting down the days until graduation, already acting like he’s got one foot out the door. Gemma texted me last night: You ever feel like you’re suffocating, even when the window’s open? I didn’t know how to answer. I keep thinking about summer, the salt wind and the laughter and the promises we made, but autumn isn’t summer. –And the truth is, maybe none of us are the same anymore. The thing about autumn is that it looks prettier than it feels. Everyone talks about the leaves—red, orange, gold, the whole cliché—but no one talks about the gray sky behind them, or the way the air smells

The autumn air had returned to Oakhaven, not with the biting chill of the previous year, but with a gentle, cooling breeze that promised a long, slow transition into winter. The garden had reached its final cycle, the leaves turning to a rich, earthy compost, and the sunflowers finally bowing completely to the ground. It wasn't a sad sight; it felt like a natural exhaling of the land, a closing of one chapter so the next could eventually begin.

Zara's POV The relentless cold rain of late October was an entirely different beast from the soft, promising showers of early April. In the vibrant awakening of spring, the rain always tasted faintly of unmapped potential and rich, wet earth; in the deep, bleeding dark of autumn, it tasted exclusively of bitter iron, decaying concrete, and the definitive end of things.

Laura The thing about August is that it tricks you. July is honest. July is hot and loud and demanding. July does not pretend to be anything other than what it is. But August is different. August is the month that pretends summer will last forever. August is the month that gives you warm nights and golden light and the kind of air that feels like a hug. August is the month that lies. Because September is coming. September is always coming. And September means change. --- I feel it in my bones.

A cold smile spread upon my lips. Eula had brought it upon herself. She had no one but herself to blame. I took a deep breath as I pushed all those thoughts to the back of my mind. The bell suddenly rang as it interrupted my train of thought. I slowly put my phone into my backpack. My gaze swept over the summer scene outside the window. It was such a lovely season.

Sutburg was filled with flowers in spring, petals flying toward us in the wind, pink, white, and many other colors. Some flowers landed on my shoulder, and I thought to myself that I had made it through winter. And finally, my spring was here.

She was being hard-headed, and Matt had let Iris take the lead, following her decisions. I had just left Heather at the training center; a cool Autumn breeze danced across my cheek and through my hair. The trees were beginning to drop their leaves. Vibrant oranges, yellows, and reds rained down from the tree branches above me. I had always loved Autumn, but this year I loved it more than usual. With the leaves disappearing from trees, it was comforting knowing that it would be harder for anyone to potentially be stalking me in the protection of the treetops. Just the thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I pulled my jacket ti

"In one word, you're deceiving yourself if you think you can win." "This is why I hate you," I whined. "Always being so realistic. At least be optimistic for once!" "Not when you're dealing with the Queen of Vampires." He noted. "Besides, what is this spell?" "Well it's a lightning spell. It grants me the ability of lightening temporarily and can also dampen time to a certain extent."