October Novels & Stories

‘You too. Suddenly, my mood shifted. Maverik tracking down what I needed was amazing. Winter and I decided that even though we mated in December we would celebrate our anniversary in May. Her birthday, Yule, New Year’s Eve, Christmas, and Shyla’s birthday all happened within the month of December. It was too much. This year was our tenth anniversary and I needed something special. Maverik managed to track down the perfect gift.

The quiet in Jace’s cabin felt suffocating, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. My mind churned, replaying every word he had said, trying to make sense of the impossible. My breath was uneven, my pulse still racing from the weight of the truth. **Omega.**

Laura The thing about August is that it tricks you. July is honest. July is hot and loud and demanding. July does not pretend to be anything other than what it is. But August is different. August is the month that pretends summer will last forever. August is the month that gives you warm nights and golden light and the kind of air that feels like a hug. August is the month that lies. Because September is coming. September is always coming. And September means change. --- I feel it in my bones.

A timeline. I could work with timelines.

Alesha's brisk walk through the moonlit forest suddenly came to a halt when she stumbled upon a sight that sent a jolt through her senses. In the dappled moonlight, she discovered an unconscious figure lying amidst the underbrush, a woman covered in wounds and the telltale scent of blood lingering in the air. As Alesha drew closer, she recognized the familiar features of Carla, the former Luna of the Blue Moon Pack.

The leaves on the oak tree began their turning — not all at once, not dramatically, but one by one and then in clusters, the green yielding to gold and amber and the specific burnt orange that only happened in the week before the leaves released. Anya had always loved October. She’d thought about this over the years — why October specifically, of all the months that cycled through the property with their various qualities. Some of it was aesthetic, the obvious thing, the color and the light and the way the garden looked in the slant of October sun, everything in the last stage of its fullness befo

It knows October because it is arriving back at it. He thought about the limestone knowing October because it was arriving back at it. He thought about the year of the light in the weight-bearing room — October and November and December and January and February and March and April, the limestone receiving each month's light and holding the memory of the previous months on its patient surface. He thought about the section drawing the December sun line and the room teaching all the other months to Ellie through the winter and into the spring.

"Because it does." The calendar options were reviewed on a Sunday afternoon in September, with the spreadsheet open on Alexander's laptop and the two of them sitting at the kitchen table. The garden was visible through the window, the late-summer flowers still blooming, the light starting to shift toward the golden quality of early autumn. "October," Elijah said, when they were reviewing the options. "October," Alexander confirmed. "The light is right in October." Elijah looked at him. "The light?"

Especially on one of their favorite hobby. Tormenting September.

October came with the particular quality of a second October. Not the first October of the restoration, which had carried the weight of everything new and uncertain. This one carried something different. The recognition of a season returning. The crocuses had come up in spring as promised. The violet had flowered against the north wall. The summer had been full and warm. And now October was back with its quality of turning, the particular beauty of things releasing what they had held through the growing season and becoming briefly extraordinary in the releasing.