Grey Clouds Novels & Stories

“Very nicely done. And there we have it. Isn’t it pretty?” Overhead, clouds were forming, rolling in the wind, their movements unnatural in speed and formation, seeming to concentrate at one point not far from where they were driving. As the clouds gathered, they darkened, taking the sky from a mild blue to a delicate grey, and then to a bruised black and purple above that singular point.

As the mournful toll of the church bells resonated through the air, a somber atmosphere enveloped the scene. Thick, gray clouds hung low in the sky, casting a shadow over the grieving congregation that had gathered for the burial ceremony. The weather seemed to mirror the collective sorrow that filled the hearts of those in attendance.

The sun is hidden behind the clouds, and the day is gloomy and gray. It reminds me of funeral days. I call them that because this is the kind of weather that I've always associated with funerals. I don't mind a cloudy day, but this is different. It's heavy, like the sky is buckling beneath the weight of the clouds. It worsens my mood, and I close the curtains sharply, eager to be rid of the view before me.

The sky over Ember Hollow was painted in hues of grey and bruised purple, a twilight that seemed to linger long after the sun had officially set. Clouds hung low and swollen, threatening a downpour that refused to come. In the distance, the hills trembled—not with weather, but with something ancient moving beneath them. Something that had been waiting for the veil to thin.

Chapter-68 (Letter to Cath) Cath quickened her pace as the clouds began to gather in the sky. Up to now, the sky had been postcard-perfect, but it was changing. The beautiful cocktail-blue shade was beginning to darken into gravel-gray. Large pillows of cloud were forming, blotting out the old-gold color of the sun.

The summer rain came without warning. Asher and Carter stood outside the door, drenched by the pouring rain. "Dad?" Carter's voice carried endless panic. "Has Mom really abandoned us?" Asher closed his eyes. His heart was already bleeding. He knew he could no longer deceive his son or himself. Winona truly did not want them anymore. … The next morning, Winona arrived at Julian's door early. The moment the door opened, Yara flew into her arms, clinging tightly and refusing to let go.

It has been changing for a while now. The beautiful cocktail-blue shade was beginning to darken into gravel-grey. Large pillows of cloud were forming, blotting out the old-gold color of the sun. The sky wants to turn tar-black. The sign of heavy rain about to fall. People ran around helter-skelter seeking shelter while they stared up to the sky in wonder and bewilderment all at once. It is the sign of rain about to fall. But how can this be? There has been no rain in Salem for ages.

The month of June had only a dozen days left.The sky had mostly been clear both during the day and at night.On this particular day,bands of clouds spread across the night sky in layers,and from time to time,they blotted it out altogether.The deep silence of the night was interrupted by sharp successive chirps of birds still laying still on their nests, some on trees, and others on the ground. From small sharp voices, to long deep howls rendered the air in successive turns. The sun had started to send long streaks of light over the shoulder of a flickering cloud in the East, slowly turning away darkness,and bringing a warm blanket of light over the face of the earth.

The sky over the world of Agano was not a welcoming sight. It did not possess the deep, comforting blue of the Tanzanian highlands or the predictable suburban haze of America. Instead, the atmosphere was the color of a fresh bruise—a violent, swirling purple that seemed to hum with a low-frequency vibration that rattled the teeth. There were no clouds in the traditional sense, only long, jagged streaks of shimmering light that looked like scars across the fabric of the heavens. The air itself felt heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and something metallic, like the taste of a copper coin against the tongue.

"What kind of realm is this? Why is the sky so heavy with clouds?" Heaven’s Cliff—the place of vampire dreams—was a world where the sun never dared to shine. The clouds were a permanent, suffocating gray, and even the vegetation seemed skeletal and lifeless. Strange ferns grew in the shadows, accompanied by dark mushrooms that looked more like miniature monsters than plants. The entire realm was bathed in a brownish-red hue that bordered on black, dotted with dark houses of bizarre architecture. "And they call this place heaven? It looks more like a graveyard," Rebbeca muttered.