Hidden Rain Village Novels & Stories

Relief floods me, and I reach for her hand, entwining her fingers with mine. Gently, I brush the tears from her cheek with the back of my fingers. "Rhy..." she whispers, trembling. "Don't... don't close your eyes. Please." "I'm fine," I rasp, forcing a shaky breath through my nose despite the pain in my lungs. My fingers squeeze hers lightly. "Don't cry. Don't... you shouldn't cry." I lift my head just enough to see the sky. It is gray and heavy, dark clouds hiding the sun away. Slowly, it begins to rain. The rainwater is cold and soothing.

SEVERAL nights and days passed and finally, they arrived in the Rainforest Biome, South-East part, where water benders live – Water Nation Village. They left the ship at the deep surface near the shoreline. The place seems to have become a silent nation. No audible noise of children playing or not so people walking from around. “Where is everyone?” Hana asked while they are walking towards the main entrance gate of the village. “I don’t know and I’m not sure what was exactly happened here.” Keiynan replied without removing his sight on the surroundings.

After they came out of the woods, what appeared before them was the rocky reef and stormy sea. Suddenly, it began to rain. Cameron threw the jacket in her hand on Waylon and said, “Put this on. You mustn’t get your wound wet.” After that, she rushed to the front to look for a way out. The pitter-patter slowly grew into a torrent. Waylon draped the jacket on himself, and a stinging pain spread from the wound on his arm. The white gauze had long been stained with dried blood. Cameron stood on the rock, and as if she saw something, she shouted, “There’s a village up ahead!”

He doesn’t see me off like this but tonight was different, by the time I’ll reach my destination only half an hour would be left for this day to end. The gravelled road crunched under the car as it came to a stop in front of the rusted set of iron gates. It was raining here in the village, set apart from the main city. It was pretty if not considered lonely. But now I noticed there were several small houses on the way here, but not permanent ones. Nonetheless, they were people living here in the village unlike last year when I had visited which was probably better than the barren land.

But there will not be any wife and husband intimacy between us ' he thought to himself. In the Rainforest, the sun is just peeking from the horizon. It's still a bit dark outside. But the people in the village are already awake. The villagers are early risers and they sleep the moment it turns dark outside. No one ventured outside after dark. They all know that it's dangerous.

The clear sky above them had gradually given way to dark rain clouds, casting a somber atmosphere over the scene. As raindrops began to fall, the pace quickened, as if nature itself was urging Vanya to respond to Kevin's heartfelt confession. ‌ Vanya's mind raced, her emotions in turmoil. The raindrops splashed against her skin, mingling with the tears welling up in her eyes. She was torn between the fear of losing Kevin's friendship and the possibility of embracing something more.

Fat raindrops hammered against the concrete ruins and the players' vehicles, filling the air with a steady patter. "Is... is it raining?" Inside the motorhome, Bella leaned against the window, watching the world outside blur into a haze. She blinked her bright eyes, a little confused. "It's coming down so hard. Don't tell me this whole twenty-four-hour survival quest is just hide-and-seek in the rain?" She wasn't the only one puzzled. Most of the players in Crucible City froze in the same confusion. The rain looked clear and colorless, and it didn't seem to carry any smell either. A few water-starved solo players even lit up with joy the moment they saw it.

It was the eighth year of my marriage. As I was driving my daughter to school, I took a call on speaker. "Is this Mr. Andrew Benedict? Your wife, Ms. Clara Miller, left her diamond ring in our executive suite." My hands froze on the wheel. Andrew was my husband. Clara was my best friend. I rushed to my brother's office, desperate to prove it was a mistake. He didn't even look up from his desk. He wasn't surprised at all. "Summer, drop it," my brother, Aaron Walter, said calmly. "They have a child together now. Just pretend you don't know. "He lied to you to spare your feelings," he added. "We all kept quiet for your own good." I felt my blood cold as it ran through my veins. "He's r

The morning air in Ashford Hollow carried the scent of damp earth, wet cedar, and something faintly metallic that always lingered after heavy rain. Clara Whitmore stood behind the worn oak counter of Willow & Ink, smoothing the spines of a stack of newly donated novels, aligning them with meticulous care. The storm had returned sometime after midnight. She had woken to its rhythm—steady, persistent, almost purposeful. Rain in Ashford Hollow was never merely weather. It was a messenger. A reminder. A whisper.

The leader of Fang and the villagers began to look worried. Quickly they spread out cloths to cover the drops of rain that have not yet fallen heavily on the area. "They have to hurry, if not..." murmured one of the villagers, who was panicked and nodded by the others.