Poison Rain Novels & Stories

[System Alert: Crimson Rain Initiated.] [Global Atmospheric Mutagen Concentration: 12%. Increasing Rapidly.] [Ambient Temperature: -18°C and Falling.] The blood-red sky outside Blackwood Ridge cracked open. Thick, viscous drops of crimson liquid began to pelt the titanium perimeter wall, sizzling softly as they made contact with the icy metal. In the city three hundred miles away, the CCTV feeds displayed absolute, unadulterated pandemonium. The red rain didn't just freeze the streets—it carried the ancient primordial virus.

Even though there are guards, there should be someone to watch over her. I drove my Ferrari back home, and it started to rain heavily on my way back. When I was back, it seemed like there was a load shedding as the whole place enveloped under the pitch black darkness. Usually, this doesn't happen, but it's in the countryside, so it seems like the heavy rain worked for the worst.

Brandon's parents, on the other hand, stopped trying to discipline him altogether and chose to leave him to his own devices. Brandon was starving every time he came by my place during those few days. He had planned to scrounge a meal off Vivian, but he didn't expect that she'd just kick him out on the spot. Having lost everything, Brandon went down an extreme path and stabbed Vivian to death with a knife while she was home alone. Vivian, ironically, had brewed a cup of tea for Brandon that day, and according to the police investigation, that cup of tea was poisoned. I merely smiled when Mom told me all of this, thinking that they had only gotten what they deserved.

The world's bluebloods and reporters were all present. William had chosen the time of sunset for his little show. When the skies were burning crimson gold, and the observation tower lit up like a brazier that shone over the city, he put his arm around Bianca and walked onto the stage. The city of Pierton unfurled behind them. While the party was reaching its peak, someone asked, "Mr. Larson, you spent more than three billion and six years on this tower, and you said it was made for your wife's sake. Why are you naming it after another woman?"

His sword turned into a jet black colour and omnious dark green mist surrounded it. “Tch! [Venom Shower]!” Theraphosa casted a spell that fired a barrage of poisonous green liquid. “[Greater Barrier], [Haste]!” The barrier he deployed around him blocked all of the poisonous barrage while he quickly closed the distance between them. Rain swung his sword at Theraphosa and cleanly cut her left arm. “Gh!” Theraphosa grunted in pain but she still swung her sickle at the elf. Rain wanted to back away from her but he couldn’t. His feet were stuck in web. Theraphosa trapped him.

Ron Batton didn’t say anything. Instead, he continued to frown deeply. “It’s probably the Black Poison…” “Black Poison?” Xyla Quest had never heard about any such poison. Now, she felt increasingly curious. “Yeah. This kind of poison also originated from Sorax. It’s made using over ten thousand types of poisons. A single dosage the size of a sesame seed would be enough to turn someone into this…” Ron said. “Like the Soul Devouring Potion, this kind of poison should have eventually disappeared following his death…” Ron added.

"With the company of some cops of course." Silently ambling to the car, the evening was cold and wet with a brisk wind, sweeping the rain across the land. The cold moved in only to meet the warmth of her blood, her defense against such ice. Raven could feel it wash over her skin, again and again, only to be met by the beat of her heart. She smelled the rain—realizing it was an absence of all odors. She wondered if it was because her airways were not functioning properly, she could feel the little hairs in her nose freezing .

As how bad,a bad boy can be.There’s always someone who can melt and soften their hearts just like Daniel! Rain was a homosexual and in other terms he was a gay.Rain has always had the talent to become an illustrator and author rather than taking up business to manage just like his brother,instead of obeying his father’s order he decided to rebel against it and free himself from obedience.

Nathalie's POV (Continuation) Rain. Four words that means so much in the world where illegal things are turned to legal. Rain, as far as I know is a reaper and a member of a mafia, I heard that she's good at pretending like someone, she's clever as a fox.

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.