Duck In A Raincoat Novels & Stories

One of the rogues stepped up, raising a heavy, iron toed boot right above my skull, ready to crush it while I closed my eyes, waiting for the darkness when everyone suddely felt something dark and ominous. I opened my eyes through the swelling and the blood and saw a man walking down the alley. He didn't have an umbrella, but the rain seemed to actively avoid him, rolling off his shoulders as if he were made of stone. He wore a long, dark coat, and his footsteps made absolutely no sound in the mud. He was usually pale and effortlessly handsome. "Who the hell are you?" the leader of the rogues barked, though I could hear his voice trembling. His wolf instincts were screaming at him to run.

They merely continued drinking and playing. Suddenly, the door slowly opened with a squeak. The men looked over. They saw a man in a black raincoat standing in the rain. "Who are you? You aren't allowed here! Leave!" However, that man ignored them and entered the container with a frosty air about him. He headed straight for the men. A hint of silver flashed under the lights. The group of men realized that the man in the raincoat was holding a knife. Before they could react, the man in the raincoat pounced. Instantly, the sounds of wailing and brawling echoed in the container.

Scene 1: At Home - Contradicting the News Raven sprawled on his couch, cradling a mug of hot coffee while the muted hum of the television filled the room. The weather anchor, dressed impeccably in a navy suit, gestured dramatically to a map. “Prepare for a deluge, folks,” the anchor declared, his voice booming with certainty. “Umbrellas and heavy coats are non-negotiable today. Expect torrential rain starting this afternoon, lasting well into the evening.”

While the two discussed the weather, Leon quietly slipped away unnoticed. As the rain began, people hurriedly used umbrellas and raincoats to shield themselves from the cold droplets. "H-hey there, Leon," a girl approached him in the front shed of the building. She was dressed in a gray jacket and had a cute striped bag on her back. "Can I help you?" Leon politely responded. "Nothing much. What are you doing here?" "Just waiting for the rain to stop," he replied, trying to keep his hands warm on his pocket

I hesitated before nodding, whispering, “Yeah… I’d like that.” We stepped outside into the cool air where the rain had finally stopped, leaving everything slick and shining. Though the rain was gone, I still felt an immense cold and began shivering. “So sorry, I forgot.” Darlington ran inside and handed me a large coat. “I realized you were cold. It might not be your exact fitting. I don’t keep random women’s clothes around, but this coat should work.” I smiled at his honesty while he grinned, helping me put it on, and we left.

Rome glanced up at the sky, then turned around and went back inside to buy an umbrella. I stayed outside, waiting, the rain misting lightly against my face as I stood under the store’s awning. “Wait here. I’ll get the car,” he said, opening the newly bought umbrella. I nodded as he crossed the road toward where the car was parked. Left alone, I stood quietly watching the rain fall. The rhythmic tapping of droplets on the pavement felt strangely calming. Then a thought crossed my mind. What does it feel like? Without thinking too much, I slipped the coat off my shoulders and stepped out from the shelter.

He didn't move again. The screeching birds disappeared as fast as they came, only to be replaced by torrential rains and thick fog. Impressed as I was by this skill, I hated water and the rain pelting my fur burned when it landed on me. I ran down the slippery tree trunk and shifted. All my time in trees at home had given me loads of practice with my claws so I was able to descend safely. Thankfully I had tied a long sleeved t-shirt to my hind leg so I was able to keep from having the rain burning my human skin. Ducking under a rock ledge, I tried my own hand at manipulating the weather. I imagined winds driving the rain away from me and mentally pushed. To my surprise it worked! The r

Two big utility vehicles had blitzed through the brush, leaving deep, wet ruts already filling with rainwater. And there, standing right in the middle of the dark trail about fifty yards away, I saw a single silhouette. The figure wore a long black trench coat, waterproof and hooded, pulled low to shield against the downpour. In their right hand, they held a small iron box, wrapped in greasy oilcloth, smoking and blackened by fire, but the titanium latch was still solid. The third anchor. "Drop the container!" I yelled, stopping short in the muddy trail, hands clenched into fists as I held my ground. Rain poured harder, washing soot down my face in angry streaks. "It’s over! The marshals are

Chapter 12. BAD NEWS Rain poured down heavily over the land of Dundee. Each drop followed by another, making it sound like a rhythm if listened keenly. The outpouring of the rain made the sky darker than it should be at that time of the day. Water flowed down the half empty gutters washing it over and over again. As if merciless, the rain poured down heavier drenching people under it including the man on a big brown coat that made his way to a house.

Even through the heavy layers of her coat, she could feel her heart slamming against her ribs, wild and uncontainable. Back in Obsidian City, the downpour continued to hammer the estate. Dominic had been standing motionless on the terrace for a long time. His left hand held a cigarette, the faint orange ember shielded against the freezing gusts by his open palm. Rainwater struck his knuckles, shattering into tiny, cold beads across his skin. He had not worn a coat. The rain had completely soaked through his black suit, matting his dark hair against his forehead, streaming down the hard lines of his jaw. His grey eyes, beneath the flash of lightning, were cold and numb.