Rain Reign Book Novels & Stories

Princess Emerald Mamma and Denu left a week ago, I felt lonely at first and Desirey and Morgana never exactly made me feel welcome; thank the Goddess for Rain. Getting to know her has been great. She is incredibly smart but has lived in her mothers shadow for far too long. Rain was born a water dragon, that's why she was named Rain. Rain has a huge crush on Bjorn and I can’t help but smile when they are in the same room.

*** Ariana’s POV The storm had rolled in overnight, a deep, growling thing that rattled the windows and left the world drenched in a misty gray. I stood at the window of my room, the glass cold under my palm, watching the rain streak down in erratic rivulets. Training was canceled—not surprising given the weather—leaving me with an unusual stretch of unstructured time. Sighing, I grabbed my book from the nightstand, slipping the delicate pressed-flower bookmark between the pages. The sight of it made me pause. Draven’s work. The gesture had caught me off guard for sure, softening edges I kept so sharp.

“No fucking way. Is that what I think it is?” The little droplets of rain falling on our bodies was enough to answer her question. “You jinxed it.” I glared at Reign. “How could I have known it was actually going to rain?” Reign spluttered, just as another thunder reverberated the earth, louder than the last one. Soon the drizzle turned into a light downpour. “Oh my God, what do we do?”

It was the kind of afternoon that wrapped itself in quiet. Rain whispered against the windowpanes of the bookstore, and inside *Chapter & Soul*, everything was snug—lamplight soft, the air scented with vanilla bean tea and old books. Lena Carter loved rain. It kept razor wire off the city streets. It made everyone move slowly. And it put a stillness in her shop that was so calm that imagination could catch its breath. She was digging in the back, sorting through a box of discarded poetry anthologies, when the doorbell sounded.

My wife Naomi Holden's phone was always on silent mode. Whenever I needed to reach her, the call never went through. My only option was to ask everyone around us, but when every single person gave a different answer, I already knew the truth. She was with him again, the frail man she had never been able to let go of. On our seventh anniversary, we had plans to meet at our usual spot for dinner. Three hours passed, and she still had not shown up. I stood on the street, burning with fever, dialing one number after another. My father picked up, his voice warm and unhurried. "Naomi just came by for dinner. Don't worry, I've got my eye on her for you." A friend working at her company lau

The rain in Chapter One had been a backdrop for fear. It was cold, confusing, and overwhelming. The rain in Chapter Seventy-Eight was just weather. And weather was a variable we knew how to calculate. I watched from the shadows of the garage bay as three black SUVs screeched to a halt on the wet gravel. In the original timeline, I had been cowering behind a tool chest, clutching a wrench like a lifeline, terrified that these men were coming to kill me for a debt I didn't owe. Dax had been bleeding, desperate, and defensive.

Chapter 1: Truce Under Storm Clouds The rain fell in soft, persistent sheets over the neutral meeting grounds, turning the ancient stone pavilion into a misty sanctuary. Lila stood on the left side of the gathering, her braided hair damp beneath the hood of her cream sweater, eyes reflecting a quiet sadness that mirrored the cool blue tones of the stormy sky. At twenty-one, she was the younger sister of her pack’s luna, sent as a symbol of fragile peace between two rival wolf clans. But inside, she felt like that reflective young girl in the rain—unsure, pulled by unseen forces, yet sensing a wiser path glowing faintly ahead, like golden hope breaking through clouds.

Kiara The rain had come the night before, after Ryden had left me, not the gentle, whispering kind, but the relentless, pounding sort that drowned out all other sounds. It hammered against the slate rooftops of the palace, cascaded down its pale limestone walls in shimmering sheets, and pooled in the ornamental gardens below, turning the crushed quartz pathways into glistening silver veins. By dawn, the skies had emptied themselves, leaving behind a world washed clean, the air crisp with the scent of rain-soaked lavender and wet stone.

Through the gaps in the roof, rain poured down in sheets, soaking everything Cassian had touched, everything he'd kept, everything that proved he'd existed here at all. I moved without thinking. Grabbed the nearest book and pulled it close, trying to shield it with my body. The pages were already damp, the ink starting to blur. I reached for another. Then another. My hands shook as I tried to stack them somewhere dry, but there was nowhere dry left. The roof was gone in places. Split clean open by the force of my scream. I stood there holding a book that was falling apart in my hands, and I realized I couldn't save any of it. Not like this. Not by carrying them one at a time while the rain d

He huffed and puffed like the big bad wolf, but he always reserved his tenderness and kindness toward me. “Human romance, anyway,” Rain replied nonchalantly, his focus on my hair. “I knew I’d never learn that shit out in the woods living like a rogue. So I read up on that stuff.” “That explains so much shit,” one of the guards, Sean, muttered at the door, having that “aha!”-look in his eyes. I tried to suppress a smile but didn’t succeed. Somehow, the idea of Rain just sitting around in all his raw alpha-male masculinity reading a pink romance book with half-naked photo-shopped men on the cover, had my lips twitching. I bet most of his men probably thought he was gay, but were too afraid to