Rain And Ashes Novels & Stories

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.

Resting her head on his forearm, he looked with fixed eyes at her face filled with agonizing pains. Ashley tried to mutter something to him, but her voice came out strained and inaudible. She uttered slightly inaudible breathless gasps. Her breath hitched. As everything went out of focus, she slowly shut her eyes to the world for the last time, and everything became lost in the darkness. Suddenly, the rain began to fall, washing away the bloodstain off the ground. The rain fell like teardrops from above, cascading down the earth to express its grief. It felt like the heavens were weeping for a lost soul.

Chapter 78: Ashes and Ascension Dawn painted the sky in muted shades of gold and gray, casting a solemn glow over the ruined docks. The scent of blood and gunpowder clung to the air, mingling with the salty breeze from the sea. The battle was over, but the weight of it lingered. Bodies lay motionless across the cracked concrete, a stark reminder of the price we had paid.

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”

The sound stage was much quieter than Rome liked. Often, when a movie was being filmed, the down time between shoots was full of incidental noise. Workers in the background preparing the next set. The technicians moving their equipment. The chatter of other cast members as they discussed the upcoming scene or simply sat around carrying on a conversation. Today, since Rome was the only one on the set other than a robot, it was relatively quiet. Even the next set being constructed mimicked the soft pitter patter of rain rather than the torrential downpour he would’ve normally been listening to.

The line remains silent as I assume Damian must be considering I'm saying. "I could be wrong, but it's as though he's following the four natural elements. Earth, fire, water.." "And air." Damian says, finishing my thought. "Exactly." I respond. The line stays silent once more. I continue driving to who knows where, when suddenly I hear Damian shout out in the phone. "The fishery! It has to be it!" He says fervently. "I don't think we're on the same page..." I begin, confused. "The natural elements are earth, air, fire, and water. Craig has already used water. So why would she be going to the fishery?" I ask confused.

Cassian replied him and then moved his eyes to look at Maximus who stared at Julianne like he wanted something from her. “Who is she?” Maximus asked and Julianne looked at him. Not they? She thought and looked behind her to be sure if Marianne was still with her. She moved her eyes back to Cassian and heard him say; “Ash. She’s a newbie.” “It’s Julianne,” she made herself clear and got a grin from Cassian. “Or could be Jules,” the other one said. Funny! Julianne rolled her eyes at the back of her mind. Marianne tugged at Julianne’s cloth again and Julianne asked Cassian, “Where is it?”

June sat by the small window of her modest apartment, watching the rain patter softly against the glass. The city she now called home was nothing like where she had come from no familiar faces, no comforting landmarks, just endless unfamiliar streets and strangers rushing past her every day. But in a strange way, the anonymity suited her. Here, no one knew her story. No one knew the humiliation she had endured, the love she had been tricked into giving, or the battles she had fought and lost.

There was tension in the air. Natalie Evans sat next to the top window of the library at the estate, her gaze drifting away as the rain beat softly against the glass. Outside, the sky was a deep grey, a reflection of the storm brewing within her mind. She had spent the past days trying to put together the fragments of her life that had so spectacularly fallen apart. Her history—once buried beneath glamour, deceit, and silence—was fighting its way back to the forefront, demanding attention.