Poison Rain Novels & Stories

All around them the rain had begun to fall, the places the rain hit burst into small flames before sizzling out. Up ahead Elaina could just barely make out a cave. Hurrying her pace she followed everyone else to it as rain hit her skin sending tiny spikes of pain rushing through her. Breathing heavily everyone took shelter inside the cave as the rain continued to fall. "What is this?" Elaina demanded taking in the injuries on her friends. "Acid rain." Oliver explained. "In the deadlands they don't get normal rain, instead acid rain which is why nothing is able to live or grow."

Asmoday exclaimed in Demonic language. Poisonous acid rain in the form of black raindrops fell from the sky and wet the entire courtyard of the Fortis Kingdom palace. A pungent, sour smell wafted in the air. "Watch out! Dodge!" some people screamed. “Aaaargh! It’s hurt! It’s really painful!" the hysterical screams of several people full of agony. The troops who were hit by the black raindrops immediately lay dead. The black raindrops instantly pierced and melted the flesh and bones of living beings when they came into direct contact with them alive.

In the current situation it was hardly what he wanted to see but it was safer for the time being. Down below in the museum people had been panicking and everything was in disarray. It was hard to believe that earlier that morning he had been working as normal; taking phone calls looking over museum imports and now the world had turned to hell. It didn't seem possible. He'd heard of blood rain before in Kerala but it had been a simple chemical reaction between the rain and airborne spores from a locally prolific terrestrial green alga that had tinted the water red. But this was literal blood it was heavy and thick and the water levels were rising too fast to be anything natural.

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

She scrutinized me, her lower lip slightly quivering, thinking I couldn't answer that. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed against her skin, and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, enveloping me. My voice took on a rough, seductive edge as I murmured, "Because when it rains, you find beauty in sadness. Some people feel melancholy when it rains. But not you. For you, rain brings joy and a sense of being alive. The sound of rain comforts and calms you. It reminds you that a little rain is necessary for flowers to bloom. When life gets tough, you always think of rain. It's your reminder that 'this too shall pass.' You live by the motto 'you don’t get rainbows without a little rain

"Is rain here just water, or should I be worried about, like, poison or something?" I could feel the low rumble of Fynn's chuckle roll through his chest as I huddled against him. "What would you say if I told you the rain is poison?" he asked. "I would make you find me shelter," I retorted, resisting the urge to punch him in the shoulder. "You're in luck. It's just plain water," he answered. Insufferable. Why were all the most handsome men the most insufferable? I could hear rustling off to one side of the trail, but I couldn't see anything. Fynn must have heard it too, because he cocked his head to the side to try to hear better.

“Rhina, my friend, you know nothing about snow! Snow is the most malicious substance that has ever touched the face of this planet. It has scorched the land, burned down many houses, poisoned countless wells, and rendered the land that it touched impossible to plant crops in. You see, when an industrial mountain is full of factories, those factories release deadly chemicals, smoke, and fumes from their smokestacks into the air.” “Alright, but—” “Those fumes enter the atmosphere, mix together with droplets of water that have evaporated from the river at the foot of the mountain, and form clouds. Soon, the clouds gain more fumes and water droplets, becoming heavier. The droplets then fall down

Nephele said, “My whole body, from my fingernails to the strands of my hair, as well as everything I’m wearing at the moment, contains high toxicity poison.” Grayson abruptly stood up, looked at his palms somewhat in a panic, and noticed they were left unscathed. He immediately returned to his prideful self, saying, “Did you trick me? Do you really think I’d be frightened by that?” Nephele proudly said, “It’s a type of slow poison. You’ll know just how painful it’ll be soon.” Storm was so flustered and exasperated by her that he lifted his leg, preparing to land a kick on Nephele. “You dare plot such dirty tricks against us? Watch how I’ll teach you a lesson!”

Chapter 29 Third Person’s POV The rain was terrifying yet comforting that night—it was beautifully tragic as it floods the land—the water wasn’t murky. It was clear and the rain that fell to wash the land rid of impurities was warm and comforting. Lux loved it. He loved how chaos was both beautiful and poetic even if it destroyed a lot of thing. He loved the flowing water and he loved how the rain cascaded down his naked body as he stood under the shower that the clouds provided.

“What’s this?” “It’s poison,” she answered him briefly. “Hold on to it.” “Why are you giving me this?” “Because I do not trust the Night Hallows on the other side of this wall.” her voice was stern and serious. “This poison is lethal enough to kill him if the dosage exceeds five drops. They will be feeling that scorching pain inside them as if they are being grilled alive.” Robynn stared at the bottle and gulped. Sweat formed on his forehead. “What is this made of?”