Rain And Ashes Novels & Stories

I didn't have a job that paid me much neither did she but together we always found a way to put food on the table and fix our leaking roof once in a while. I always get scared when raining season is drawing closer, it leaves most parts of our house wet with puddles, most times I come home from work after a rainy day to meet my clothes wet. I placed the food on an old table, the only table in the small living room located at the right side, I sat on the long bench taking a deep breath, at that moment I wondered where my sister had gone, there was nothing more to eat apart from this food so I needed to share it with her.

The witches were gone, leaving nothing behind but charred patterns on the scorched earth. When the dust finally settled, the clearing was a graveyard of ash and smoke. Rhea stood in the center, her clothes in tatters, her skin glowing with a faint, dying silver light. She looked down at her hands, which were stained with the grey dust of the women she had just annihilated. POV: Ash Ryder Ash walked through the wreckage, his heart feeling like it had been shredded by a thousand silver blades. The smell of ozone and death was suffocating. He found Micah first, the boy miraculously alive but catatonic, staring at the space where the willow tree had been.

KYLA POV The sky cracked open just before dawn. One moment, there was only silence—the kind that coils around your spine and whispers that something is wrong. The next, a jagged slash of fire ripped through the heavy stormclouds like the heavens themselves had been torn in two. And then… it rained. But not water. Not cleansing. It rained ash. Thick, black, stinking ash that fell in slow spirals like death’s confetti, coating every stone, every blade, every inch of bare skin. It clung to my lashes. It filled my mouth with the taste of charred bone and ancient curses.

MAYA The rain felt clean against my skin. Everything else felt corrupted. The black veins spreading through my body. The power eating me from inside. The guilt that had become a constant weight crushing my chest. But the rain was pure. Untainted. I stood at the edge of the ruined southern wall and wondered if falling would feel like flying. "Are you going to jump?" Asher's voice came from behind me, careful and controlled. "I am deciding if I am worth saving."

I let her hand rest against mine, let the silence between us say all the things I couldn’t. Outside, thunder rumbled faintly in the distance. After a while, Ashley leaned her head against my shoulder. “Do you think it’ll ever stop raining?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “It feels like the moon goddess wants to flood the earth." I chuckled. “Eventually,” I murmured. “Everything does.” She smiled a little at that, the curve of her lips soft and tired. “You sound almost hopeful.” I gave a quiet laugh. “Don’t get used to it.”

She had finally found the perfect space she didn't think she needed until now. Joshua soon returned with the cleaning supplies, and together, the Beta and his human Luna, saw to cleansing her new home. # In the forest, Asher crashed from the woods and into the clearing which led to the lake. His knees were finally weakened when his physique chaotically splashed into the water. The ghost was sitting on the edge of the lake, and she smiled sadly. It was tough to leave the man she knew so well and loved so much. Asher splashed his fists into the water and yelled out in a rage. He roared and sobbed out in anger, the veins bordering his neck were stretched and visible.

She lifts her chin slightly—and the sky obeys. The heavens break as rain crashes down—not gentle, not gradual, but violent. Sheets of water slam into rooftops, pound against the earth, and drench fur, skin, and flame alike. Steam erupts in furious hissing clouds as fire meets water. The flames scream as they die, shrinking beneath the assault. Within moments—moments—what threatens to erase half my territory is reduced to blackened wood and soaked earth. The rain does not stop until every last spark is extinguished.

Asher often came here when he needed his peace and solitude—a place where he could find peace amidst the endless responsibilities of being an Alpha. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of pine and damp earth that filled the air. The world felt far away here, removed from the chaos of pack disputes and the looming dangers outside his borders. His fingers brushed against the rough bark of a nearby tree, his mind clear for the moment. But peace, like the calm before a storm, was always fleeting. Dark clouds began to roll in, thick and heavy. The first drops of rain splattered onto the ground, followed by a sudden downpour. Asher stood up, his brow furrowing. Not a perfect time for a walk, but

The entire city of Asanson was audibly frigid thus eagerly awaiting impatience to welcome the first raindrop after a prolonged hot summer day. A series of black Brittany and Rolls Royce drove away swiftly through the downtown avenue of Rainford to reach their certain destinations before the imminent rain could impede on their pathway. Beside the bridge of Asanson, a gentle ribbon-like jungle river was passing by crossing across the mountain. As the gust of wind blew randomly through the tamarisk trees, the whole mountain appeared as a deathly hallow to the eyes of the passers-by. It resembled a phrase from the fairy tale, " Devil's Den."

The howling mountain wind tore through the ravine, carrying a freezing mist that clung to the skin like a shroud of wet ash. Outside the safehouse, the dense canopy of pine trees whipped violently against the gray sky, bending as if bowing to the massive diesel engine rumbling up the narrow access road. Headlights cut through the swirling fog, two twin beams of harsh, artificial white slashing across the timber walls before the heavy silhouette of an armored tactical personnel carrier ground to a halt fifty yards from the cabin.