Autumn Stories Novels & Stories

Sometimes, a girl with ink-stained hands would ask, “Are you a queen? My mother says you rule with stories.” Seren would shake her head, laughter like wind-chimes. “I am no queen, little one. I am only a keeper of stories. But if you listen closely, you will find that every heart is its own sovereign.” The days passed, and the crowds swelled. Spring brought wild violets and fae musicians; summer, fields of golden dandelion, mortals sharing bread and grief; autumn, elders tracing spirals in the dust as if to remember lost loves; winter, witches gathered in scarves of flame to keep the cold at bay.

Or perhaps they'd simply stopped caring. Autumn had settled into the settlement properly now — the trees along the outer paths turning amber and deep red, leaves collecting in the corners of buildings, the air carrying the particular clean cold that made everything feel more vivid. I thought about the summer just past. About the full moon run three weeks ago when Rafe had shifted and I'd climbed onto his back and we'd run with the whole pack through the forest, the wind and the speed and the pack bonds blazing open all around me. I thought about the bonfire night when the whole pack had gathered and the elders had told the old stories — wolf folklore and origin legends and the story of how t

Therefore, when facing her expectant eyes at this moment, he could only compromise and obey. “I’ll try my best.” He then bit the bullet and spoke. Thanks to his deep and pleasant voice, the effect was not too bad after he slowed down his tone. Autumn was not too fussy so he continued to speak in this tone. After lying down for a while, Autumn climbed up on him, sat on his stomach, and buried herself in his arms as she hugged him and continued listening to the story. When he reached the part in which the mermaid would rather change her fish tail into a pair of human legs to meet her beloved prince and that every step that she took in the future would feel as if she was walking on a sharp knif

"What are you doing on the beach anyway. It's like the middle of December. It's cold you know." "Sunsets, the sea, and refreshing winds. What else could it be?" She said. "Not that cold after all. Well, even though it's a little bit chilly." "You need to stop running away you know?" I said just when the wind hit my body. I saw Autumn shivered and hugged her legs as her hair flew freely. "I'm not running away. I just need to release stress. My wolf is so annoying." She said and put her head on her knees.

I hate days like this. It’s terribly cold outside, and it gets dark much faster. Some people say that autumn is beautiful. Leaves fall from the trees, covering the damp earth with a rainbow quilt. However, for me, autumn is associated with only one thing - death. Plants die, and animals hide in tight corners, peacefully falling asleep. They probably don’t feel like watching everything around them slowly fade away. I envy them, I would like to close my eyes and not have to worry about anything too. Rain runs down my face. Water drips from strands of long blond hair, joining their companions. Together they flow down the paths, washing away all the dirt. Raindrops are never alone, there are bil

Edeline Outside, the moon had finally risen above the treetops, casting a soft glow that filtered through the leaves, which fluttered and danced in the gentle breeze. Autumn was approaching, its presence evident in the crisp air and falling leaves. The moonlight illuminated my room with a calming, ethereal glow. I stared up at the moon, wishing for healing, hoping for strength. I needed to develop a stronger will. I pleaded silently for a solution, for a way to address all the mistakes and find a path through this painful situation.

THE NEXT STORY Kira It’s New Year’s Eve, and in just a couple hours, this miserable, sexless year will finally die. Twelve months. No sex. No close calls. Not even a halfway decent kiss. Just me, my vibrator, and the hollow kind of ache that doesn’t go away no matter how many times you take the edge off alone. It’s not like I’ve been holding out for candlelight and grand gestures. I just want someone to take control, to ruin me in a way that doesn’t ask permission or apologize afterward.

This is book two in the series, we are going to see Autumn evolve to become the person she is meant to be with her bff and vampire love by her side

His hand cupped my face, warm and certain, and for a heartbeat, everything else disappeared. When we finally parted, I could still feel the ghost of his lips on mine a promise, a memory, a beginning. I looked down at the page. The ink had barely touched it, but it didn’t matter. For once, I didn’t need to write every detail. The story had already found its ending not in words, but in the spaces between them. And as Ethan’s fingers tightened gently around mine, I realized that sometimes, the truest stories don’t need to be told. They just need to be lived.

It was late autumn when they arrived — the trees skeletal, the air thick with a kind of oppressive stillness that seemed to hum beneath the surface of the world. Emily Carter, a graduate student in folklore and urban legends, had heard the whispers about WildWood all her life. She had grown up just a few towns over and had spent years gathering the old stories: tales of the “vanishing patients,” the “howling trees,” and the “night doctors” said to stalk the forest paths. Determined to separate fact from myth, Emily organized an expedition for her thesis, enlisting a few brave companions: