Rain And Ashes Novels & Stories

With the industrial filtration systems completely vaporized, the sky above the Golden Basalt dome turned the color of a bruised, necrotic lung. Then, the rain started. It wasn't water. It was a dense, corrosive slurry of atmospheric toxins and unrefined silver-salt byproduct. The Ash Rain. Hssssssssss. The sound hit the exterior of the Golden Basalt dome first. It was a high-frequency sizzle, like raw meat dropped onto a white-hot skillet. The impact vibrated down the sweeping arches of the barrier, traveling through the subterranean pylons and directly into the copper wire holding my chest together.

Outside, the relentless rain continues to pour, its rhythmic drumming against the cave's entrance blending with the crackling of the flames. Despite Ashton's injuries—his face pale and trembling—I'm grateful we managed to find refuge here, escaping the weather's fury. My damp dress clings uncomfortably to my skin, fabric soaked through from the rain, and I desperately try to wick away the moisture with my hands, hoping to dry it a bit more.

she clarified, her honesty cutting through the tension. The rhythmic drumming of raindrops against the windowpane mirrored Ashley's contemplative mood. The events of the party weighed heavily on her mind, each raindrop echoing the silence that had settled between her and Thorian. The loss of lives and the revelation of Garrick's twisted agenda had left an indelible mark on their pack.

Rain is ready to strip the skin off anyone too slow to hide. “Over there! A cave opening!” Ash points toward a tall moss-covered rock formation in the distance. We have to reach it before this rain destroys our lungs and skin. But through the thick acidic mist clouding my vision, I hear something. Another growl from beyond the trees. Something that seems to enjoy this deadly rain.

The shift from day to night felt as sudden as a change in someone’s mood. It had been hot earlier, uncomfortably so. But by evening, the wind picked up without warning, followed by a steady drizzle that soon settled over the city. After finishing a long day of work, Asher headed home alone. He walked through the night under a black umbrella. Raindrops tapped against the fabric in a steady rhythm. He frowned slightly, and for reasons he couldn’t quite explain, the rain made him think of the girl he’d seen at the station earlier.

Like something that doesn’t want to forget being open. “ELORA!” Ruby yells. “I’ve got it!” I choke. The creature thrashes, its body unraveling as the breach narrows. YOU CANNOT CLOSE WHAT YOU ARE, it screeches. “Watch me,” I snarl. The silver surges—not outward this time, but in. Wrapping the tear, stitching it together with something that feels like choice made solid. The creature screams one last time,and collapses into ash. The tear snaps shut. Silence crashes down.

This is why Matilda made us forget… When Ash stops at my side, he doubles over and crashes to the ground, struggling to catch his breath as he remains lost for words while we huddle beneath the branch made canopy as the uneased rain continues to pour. Then, as a loud crash of thunder breaks above our heads, the already heavy winds suddenly pick up their pace as their hellish gusts start to swirl around us.

Novah’s POV The rain didn’t stop. It became the world. A relentless, grey curtain hammering the canopy above Ashton, soaking through the heavy waxed duster until it clung like a second, icy skin. He moved through the woods east of the estate, a relentless, crashing force against the storm. Branches whipped his face, leaving stinging welts he barely registered. Mud sucked at his boots with each heavy step. "**NOVAH!**"

~ Ayesha ~ "The weather is so beautiful. If only I get to eat sis special snacks, it'll be so great," Ayesha said sadly, looking out the window. She sighed heavily. "I don't know why sister always get sick whenever it rains, She noticed a white Audi stop across the road. She stared at it longingly. "Oh, wow. Such an amazing car." ~ Arham ~ There was a huge rainstorm. The plan lost visuals and crashed. Blood everywhere!

Chapter Thirteen – Ashes on the Road The road stretched endless beneath a bruised sky, dust curling into the air with each faltering step. Adrian’s boots ground against gravel and ash, dragging over ruins that had once been villages, homes, lives. Pain radiated from his ribs, the bullet graze still raw beneath the filthy bandages he had wrapped himself in. Every inhale flared like fire through his lungs.