Rain And Ashes Novels & Stories

That night, the Outlands was hit by a torrential downpour. It was as if the heavens wanted to wash away the scars of endless wars. The rain would rinse the blood from the ground and let the land breathe again. The warriors of the Highland Tribe stepped out into the streets of Throne City. They loved nature, and they loved rain, sunlight, and open fields. The joy of victory made Tobiah especially happy. He called Knox, Juno, Othniel, Hershel, and Petra to his place.

“Lucien doesn't want Jax, he took him because he knew it was his best chance to have me delivered to his doorstep. I'm just wondering how this will all end.” Ash tightened the grip around the wheel. “It will end with us all coming home.” He said. “Yeah, or maybe change is exactly what we need.” She said and turned away from Ash. The passing trees looked like blobs of color at the speed they went and one droplet of rain fell on the window. She followed the drop down the window and another one followed. The sky opened up and the heavy rain that the news warned about was officially starting. Ash slowed down and watched as the sky lit up from lightning strikes and parted ways for the waterfall t

The ash burned my palm, but I didn't care. "You have to," he said, looking at me one last time with golden eyes that were slowly fading into gray. "For them. For us." The airships opened fire again. A rain of silver bullets chewed up the ground around us. Riven roared, his body exploding into a massive cloud of sentient ash. He flew into the sky, a dark storm hitting the first airship head-on. The metal groaned and snapped as the ash clogged its engines, sending the massive ship spiraling into the cliffs.

We were all worried in our way, dealing with what was going to happen. Rain was already pacing in tight little circles. “It is cursed. It must be cursed. You don’t name a place Ashroot unless something’s going to eat you under a moonbeam.” “Technically,” I muttered, “Ashroot means ‘origin of endings.’” “See?!” Rain wailed. “That is not comforting, Lia!” Then the forest shimmered. I’m talking full ripple-in-the-air, heart-in-your-throat shimmer. Like reality forgot what shape it was supposed to be.

Because if that day ever came… she would not hesitate to destroy them with her own hands. Taking one final glance at their faces, Ashley turned and walked out of the manor, stepping into the raging storm, leaving behind the shattered remains of her dreams. The heavy rain poured mercilessly over her body in thick sheets, soaking her completely within seconds as muddy water splashed against the hem of her dress. But she didn’t mind, allowing her tears to fall freely, blending with the rain running down her face. Slowly, her trembling hand drifted towards her stomach, rubbing slow circles as she cried.

Gods. A pair of gryphons soar overhead, their bondeds laughing as they dive through the clouds. Direwolves and their humans moving in perfect sychronizon. One particulary unimpressed frost lynx lounges across a tree branch, glaring down at everyone beneath it like they are personally offending its existence. Further in the distance, Ironclad dragons train with their bondeds, bronze scales glimmering beneath the rising sun. Terrifying, but majestic. For a few silent moments, I simply watch. Because despite all else, I still love them. I always have, even though Aetherion Academy was not supposed to be my future.

The rain lasted three days. Not the violent kind that arrived with thunder and lightning, but the slow, persistent sort that settled over the hills and refused to leave. Every morning Belle Vue Psychiatric Hospital emerged beneath the same blanket of gray clouds, and every evening darkness arrived early, swallowing the forests that surrounded the property until only silhouettes remained beyond the windows. By the fourth day, Aisha had begun noticing something peculiar. Every time it rained, Arman wrote more. The observation started innocently enough. She happened to pass through the eastern observation corridor several times during her shifts and found him exactly where he always seemed to b

After some time later… The conversation goes on and on till late at night- “Feeling better, Ash?” Olivia asks when she notices Asher easing up on his mattress. “Yeah, you were right, it’s calming down” Asher looks out of the window and notices that the storm has been passed and now it is only the aftermath of the storm. A drizzling rain, Piter-patters of raindrops on his window glass is soothing to his ears. “Right? You can barely hear it now, it’s just the rain.” Asher hums in response. “it’s not too bad”