Rain And Ashes Novels & Stories

one which had made its way to asher's heart hours before her arrival, waiting to be unleashed. "Asher wake up!" She pleaded, slapping him hard across the face, and soon after, the winter sky darkened and wept. The clouds turned churlish heavy as they cough out great gouts of water and thunking balloons of sopping moisture. The winds became more violent like the type preceding a great storm. The tall trees were uprooted while Scarlett dragged asher's body to the safety of the cabin as it rained violently. She placed his unconscious body on the wooden floor before shutting the doors.

I felt the monsters, their pulses thick and jagged and starved. Most of all, I felt power. More than I had ever tapped before. The rage, the fear, the anger, the thirst. It made my limbs vibrate, made my breath catch, and made the rain around me seethe and hum. And in that split second before my magic whirl out, I wrapped my fingers deep into the torrent and screamed. The rain shivered. Changed. I twisted the power and twisted the elements and raindrops became ice, became shards sharper than glass, became hammers that lashed from the sky with sickening velocity.

The rain on the western ridge did not merely fall; it drove sideways, a relentless sheet of freezing highland water that turned the peat and heather into a thick, clinging mire. Tala stood perfectly motionless at the absolute precipice of the ridge, her feet dug firmly into the ancient earth. The storm howled around her, ripping at her clothes, but her spun-copper hair seemed to dance with a life of its own, vibrant against the dark, bruising gray of the sky. Her icy blue eyes were fixed on the valley below, tracking the glowing halogen headlights of Malakai’s heavy excavation armor as the machinery slowly ground its way toward the first sacred threshold.

Sadness. I glanced down at the letter still clutched in my hand, the paper fragile and crumpled from my grip. Slowly, I allowed a sliver of lightning to dance along its edges, watching as the parchment caught fire. The flames consumed the letter quickly, reducing it to ash in seconds, and I let the remains fall to the table in a blackened heap. Ashes. Just like everything else in this cursed palace. I stormed out of the throne room, my footsteps heavy and my thoughts darker than the night itself. The halls were quiet, too quiet, and every echo of my boots against the stone reminded me of how alone I truly was about to become.

CASSANDRA The horrible sight before my eyes was the worst nightmare I’d ever seen, yet no matter how hard I pinched myself, it wasn’t going away. As the fire covered Asher’s body, his skin began to peel down. Soon, the black burnt skin became ashes, and then the ashes disappeared entirely and blew down the corridor. “No!” I screamed out of anger and sorrow. “No, no, no!” My lungs ached as I cried out, but I couldn’t stop. Tears spilled down my face like a river, and my vision started to break out with spots as I shook.

Everyone scurried about to carry out the instructions. He rushed towards her and pulled her into a hug. “What were you thinking?” he asked through clenched teeth, he was as furious as he was relieved to see her. Ashley on the other hand didn’t know how to react, she had not meant to alarm anybody. She had been lost in her conversation by the graveside. She loved the rain, always had. Most of her beautiful memories as a child were made under the rain. It didn’t matter that she returned home sick afterwards or that she had to stay in bed for days. She would always go back out under the next rain. It was symbolic for her and reminded her of a happy time in her life. She also considered the rain

Maybe it's going to rain. The rain fell, each drop sliding and heavy like Asher's heart. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, so he can only hide under the eaves of a house on the street. The boy secretly thinks about the rice seeds that will sprout when bathing in the rain, imagining the happy faces of his family and neighbors. Because of the drought these past few days, the appearance of such rain is enough to cool everyone's hearts. Asher smiles bitterly, shrinking from the cold weather.

he mused, opening the door to the gentle patter of rainfall against the pavement. "Have a good afternoon, Ashlyn," he said, patting her on the back. She nodded, mouthing a silent thank you, then jogged down the steps. When the awning concealed her no more from the merciless drops, Ashlyn tipped her head back and blinked through the rain to fix her gaze on the sky above. Smiling to herself, she felt it as her lips moved to form the shape of a single word. Blue. Heavy rainfall pelted the pavement, the windows shuddering beneath the wind's force as Ashlyn fitted another strip of tape to the glass. Glancing around the thick edges, she watched a wave rise and crash against the wall across the str

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.