Autumn Novels & Stories

Navaratri is a that spans nine nights (and ten days) and is celebrated every year in the autumn. It is observed for different reasons and celebrated differently in various parts of the . Theoretically, there are four seasonal Navaratri. However, in practice, it is the post-monsoon autumn festival called Sharada Navaratri that is the most observed in the honor of the divine feminine . The festival is celebrated in the bright half of the Hindu calendar month Ashvin, which typically falls in the Gregorian months of September and October.

Oaths vs Oath Ayame The blood of a predator runs through me, just like them… So why do I feel the silent and resounding pressure that has creatures seeking their burrows long before the first drop of the rain? Try keeping that straight. The Fall is the rain while the Autumn is Ember. Winter is Frost, Summer—Harvest, and the Spring, we’re currently in—is Bloom. Relearning everything from the hours to minutes, length measurements. Curses too. That was after I had to learn a sixth or seventh language, which doesn’t account for the three dialects I have to pick and choose. I know I’m spiraling.

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.

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.

"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."

Autumn has always been the adorable one but this Autumn was smoking. Call it strange but Autumn was born with autumn-colored hair. Literally, her hair was a shade of red and orange with a faint tint of yellowish blonde. It was one of the most remarkable things about her, next to her eyes and that was why she was named Autumn. Her vanilla skin was ever so blemish-free and glossy, the perfect skin for someone with a svelte body and the kind of beauty she carried. Autumn could win any beauty contest, but a

"With the company of some cops of course." Silently ambling to the car, the evening was cold and wet with a brisk wind, sweeping the rain across the land. The cold moved in only to meet the warmth of her blood, her defense against such ice. Raven could feel it wash over her skin, again and again, only to be met by the beat of her heart. She smelled the rain—realizing it was an absence of all odors. She wondered if it was because her airways were not functioning properly, she could feel the little hairs in her nose freezing .