Changing Of Seasons Novels & Stories

After the Sun shining season comes the moon shining; a season of abundance. The moon shining is the best season we have every complete moon cycle (an incomplete moon cycle only have five seasons; the season being the moon wheeling). The third season is the moon falling; a season of perpetual day heat, and unsteady rainfall. A season that best suits the hunters. The fourth season is the Moon wheeling; this season is the season of perpetual rain. It's the opposite of the sun shining season. The moon wheeling doesn't appear after every ten complete moon cycles. It seizes for a moon cycle after every ten years.

Each season has a special power. Spring is equal to the strength of the wind. But even more powerful like a tornado. Then Winter, the season that has the same power as water, the mighty power of ice perfecting water. Autumn belongs to the power of the earth. This tremendous power can create an earthquake. Last summer, the fire generated by this force could heat volcanic lava.

He didn't need Samson throwing him a second time. Mark focused on the landscape instead. The leaves were all brilliant reds, oranges, and yellows, and the smell of autumn filled the air. He inhaled, finding that the scent centered him. Leaves crunched under the horses' hooves with each step. Before long, the trees would shed their leaves entirely, and they would enter the rainy season. And by then, Abby would be long gone.

At this moment, all Ashley's sulk vanished into thin air. Then Ashley heard him say, "Now--" She raised her eyes. Jacob bent lips, laughing like a tempting devil. "Do you remember who I am?" *** With heavy rain, the season changed from summer to autumn, the dryness in the air dispersed a little bit, a little wet. With the withering of the leaves, the temperature dropped suddenly, ushering in a new year. The cold wave swept through and the cold air hit on a large scale. Different from the coldness in the north, the winter in the south was wet and cold, no matter how thick it was, it seemed to be able to drill into the body along the pores and infiltrate into the bone marrow from any corner.

This novel is owned by Ailana Misha Please, don’t copy and remake! Summer had come, the cold of winter seemed to disappear when the change of season began on December. Many types of summer flowers bloomed in this hot weather, even a lot of people had already scheduled outdoor vacations on weekends.

Bastien’s POV The Autumn Equinox has always been my favorite holiday. Above All Souls Night, the Summer Solstice and Yuletide, the Equinox is the best day of the year. Every September Elysium is overtaken by a sprawling festival celebrating the event, combining centuries-old rites and traditions with modern revelry and entertainment. The changing of the seasons has always been sacred to shifters. Our power is always strongest on the nights the Goddess turns the wheel of the world, summoning so much magic it overflows into all of creation.

Sierra’s P.O.V The wind blew calmly around me as I started to notice the change in the leaf color. Autumn was close. It feels like an eternity since winter was here mostly because I slept through winter and spring last year. Imagine how it would feel going to sleep and waking up when you’re a year older. Not as in sleeping through your birthday but sleeping through a whole year.

When the wind came, it was displayed. In an instant, this ‘Autumn Field’ completely changed color. From its original three colors, it was now completely emerald green. Just like how the autumn breeze sweeps over the field, bringing along the jade green and life force with it as it carries them all over the world! “My… Oh my god…” “What did I just see? I just saw autumn change into spring. It’s like we’ve just experienced three seasons!” “No, this is the evolution of life. It’s rebirth!”

She's a family to me. "I'm doing good. I finally moved on!" a deep sigh escaped my lips as I glanced at the surroundings. It was autumn. The maple leaves were changing in color. Our state, Vermont, had the largest growing maple trees. They changed colors around mid-September and continued changing through October. The shades of fiery red and golden yellow were dancing in the wind on top of the mountains.

was no longer a flaw to be eliminated but the highest law. Years passed, but time on Aethel-Luna became fluid and graceful. The seasons were no longer governed solely by the tilt of the axis but by the "Planetary Mood." When the pack's collective heart was joyful, the forests thrived with iridescent lunar-lilies; when they mourned, the sky shed gentle, silver rain that healed the soul.