Books For Fall Novels & Stories

No deliveries were scheduled for Sundays, yet here they were—clear signs of movement. Meekey crouched by a dumpster and waited. Sure enough, thirty minutes later, a beat-up gray van rolled down the alley, paused at the door, and honked twice. The back opened from the inside. Fast hands passed out crates—marked “Equipment” in bold stencil. She wasn’t close enough to see what was really in them, but she knew it wasn’t jump ropes. Drugs. Maybe weapons. Maybe both. Same old Drew. But cleaner and Smarter.

In July. Autumn stood in the library, her breath fogging in front of her. Books along the shelves groaned under a thin sheet of ice. Even the fire in the hearth had guttered into pale embers, too weak to warm the room. She stared down at the Book on the table. Its pages no longer glowed. The once-living ink had turned black. Dead. “She’s here,” Autumn whispered. Tristan stepped beside her. The soulbond flickered between them—erratic, unstable, pulsing like a dying star. He touched her arm, but his eyes were already on the window, sensing what she sensed.

He rested his profound gaze on me and asked, “How did you fall? When did you get here?” I clenched my fists tightly inside my sleeves. I knew that tearing things up at that moment would not do me any good. I obediently leaned into his arms like I always did. “I just got here. My heels were too high. I twisted my ankle.” The tension in his face finally eased. He scooped me up and headed out. He said in a low voice, “You’re not allowed to wear heels this high anymore.” I looked at the face I had once been so captivated by, yet an endless chill spread through my heart.

Chapter Twelve The rain had been relentless all Friday. Sheets of water fell from the sky, drumming against windows and rooftops, as if the heavens themselves were mourning or warning. Nora sat in the art studio, trying desperately to focus on her presentation, but her brush hovered uselessly over the canvas. The colours and lines felt meaningless. Every stroke of paint blurred, smudged by the storm of emotions inside her.

I was almost skipping around the store on my toes, my veins pumping with adrenaline and an unnerving excitement that made me so restless as I looked through the books. The minute I reached got to the next Aisle and reached for the Red Kingdom series; The Rise Of The Red Kingdom, The Fall of the Red Kingdom, and Fire and Ice, I felt it again. And this time, it was more intense. It felt like someone was drilling holes into my back with their eyes, causing goosebumps to sprout on my skin. My muscles locked and my hand was almost giving away the pile of books in my hands.

Restricted Archives. The sign should have been enough to stop me.It wasn’t.I descended. The temperature dropped with every step, until the air itself felt sealed away from the rest of the world. At the bottom, a single table sat beneath a flickering torch, covered in books that looked older than anything I had ever seen. One title stood out. The Fall of the Shadow Queens. My breath slowed as I opened it.The pages were fragile, the ink faded but still legible.Illustrations showed figures surrounded by living darkness, not casting shadows but commanding them as extensions of themselves.

Every hair on her arm stood as she beat back the panic welling in her breast. On the other hand, she had read novels in which the lady had enjoyed the pirate’s passionate kisses. The heroine in the book actually fell in love with the ruthless man. Isabelle rolled her eyes. It was beyond her knowledge how any woman could feel that way. Yet, Hawk had been attentive while she was being jolted atop his horse. It had seemed he almost cared about her discomfort when offering to have her lean against him.

*Some college years ago* It was late fall in Brown University and the evening bustled with the thrum of anticipation as the annual Fall Fest gathered momentum. The university grounds became a patchwork of vibrant sights as chapters shifted from late summer narratives to tales wrapped in crisp parchment of fall. Laughter danced on the cool breeze that weaved between red-brick buildings and cast amber leaves in whimsical pirouettes to the ground.

Oh well. I walked down the sidewalk as the sun set on the city, casting various colors of crimson, scarlet, and burnt ombre dancing across the buildings and water across the street and in the trees surrounding the hotel. The smell of pumpkin and fall filled my nostrils as I strode along the pavement, and I inhaled another deep breath. Fall on October 29th in Washington D.C was cold as fuck. It had to be at max 50 degrees. A shiver ran down my spine as a small gust of wind blew along the street and through my hair, but I kept walking straight and tall. Hunching over was fucked-up looking, even if it was for keeping yourself warmer. It made you look like a fucking crippled grandma.

Aurelius POV “Okay, we have one last thing to take care of”, My beta, Lynch told me from behind as I exited my office. I ran my hands through my hair in frustration, and gave a low growl, but didn’t bother answering. He also didn’t push it as he had guessed that now is not the time. No time is ever the time this period in fact, the pack had been busy since the last moon fall ceremony, and as the alpha, I had lots of things to do, papers to sign, alliances to take care of, and also pack matters to look into.