Rain Reign Book Novels & Stories

I know Mariqueen went to her to get her clothes, so I supposed everything was okay. The sky was still dark and gray, and it was now raining. The water droplets hitting on the glass pane above our head in a gentle rhythm. I smelled her before she walked in. I put my fork down and looked around. Her feet were bare on the wood floor. She had a long dress, in a fabric so thin I could see her silhouette through. There was a band of strings artfully knotted that belted under her breast and two triangles of fabric going from her chest to behind her neck, leaving her back bare. What I’d thought I saw of her face in that dark forest was a travesty of her real beauty. Her hair was long, all the way to

Rain can hardly see so she stays at home but they get paid for their share too. Not being able to think of something Rain takes out the book from the bookshelf next to hers. It may seem funny that how can she read a book even though she can't see. But the truth is she could see from little but she lost it. These books in the house they are given to her by her mom and dad when she was little. After they had died she brought them back from the house. It was then Bella and she started to live with her as Bella was her childhood friend. Rain remembers everything written on these pages as these were the only things to soothe her after her parents had died.

"Neither. You are someone who chose to share the same room and same bed as me because you want to get closer to me. I don't need a reason to be nice to you, Rain. I think you are a sweet girl." Florainne's eyes went round and she immediately avoided Brieanna's gaze. "You called me Rain," she whispers. "Rain makes people lonely than they already are." "Does it? Because I like the rain," she utters, making Florainne gaze at her again. "It is refreshing. It brings a clean scent and I feel at ease when the rain starts tapping on my window pane." "I never thought of it that way." "So then, can I call you Rain?"

He read about the moment Cale threw him across the bridge. Cale listened. He didn't speak. He just watched Elion’s lips moving, absorbing the history of a man he used to be. Outside, the rain started again. "Rain," Cale whispered. "Yeah. It's raining." "Entry One," Cale said. "What?" "Entry One. In the book. It was raining." Elion looked at the first page. "Yes. It was." "And an umbrella," Cale said. "Yes." Cale looked at the corner of the room. There was an old, black umbrella leaning against the wall—probably belonging to the ranger.

​The rain in Crestview didn’t just fall; it punished. It was a cold, rhythmic assault that turned the city’s soot-stained streets into a labyrinth of grey slush. It hammered against the cracked, salt-crusted windows of the bus station, mirroring the frantic, shattered rhythm of Elara Vance’s heart. Each drop sounded like a gavel striking a desk, pronouncing a sentence she wasn't ready to serve.

: The Children Who Remembered --- Rain comes with silence. Not a roar or a storm. Just a soft, steady whisper on the red earth — as if the sky is rinsing memory from the ground. The drops sizzle against the ash but do not boil. They soothe. Mira stands on the ridge above the Mouth, her cloak soaked through. She doesn’t move. She watches the land breathe again. Below her, the vines at the hill’s center have stopped twitching.

Rain knew that it was the perfect time for her to familiarize herself with the mansion, so she roamed the hallways alone. She found a library in the back of the mansion and she smiled to herself. One hobby she always enjoyed was reading, so she was thrilled to find the place where she could escape her reality. Outside the library were empty tables, except one table where a powerful Lycan sat, deep in conversation on his phone. His aura was overpowering, Rain realizing he was one of the Elite wolves. It was clear he was someone of importance. To avoid disturbing him, she entered the library and gasped. It was incredible. She was surrounded by million of books, the library encased in gold. The

Chapter 184 Christiana’s POV Bryan took my hand and we dashed under the nearest shade, our shoes splashing through shallow puddles as the rain poured harder behind us. The sound was deafening, a relentless drumming on the roof above, sheets of water falling like a curtain between us and the world outside. My hair clung to my face in damp strands, my clothes already soaked through, and my body trembled so violently I wondered if I was suddenly ill. The shivers weren’t just from the cold; they felt like they were crawling straight out of my bones, winding themselves around my chest, squeezing until I could barely breathe.

Sophie’s POV By morning, the sky had darkened to a heavy slate gray. Clouds rolled across the mountains like a stormy tide, thick and moody. I opened the cabin door just as the first drops fell—soft, tentative—before turning into a curtain of silver rain. Behind me, Aria gasped. Arianna squealed. Arian clapped her hands. “It’s raining!” Aria cried, her voice filled with awe. Cassian poked his head out from the hallway, hair sticking in five directions. “Rain? Inside? Or outside? Because if it’s inside, it wasn’t me. Probably.”

I drive to the mansion and lay her down on my bed. I do hope she'll be better later. * * * Rain's POV. I'm in a different world. Like an old world, if there's anything like that. Only nature surrounds me. Trees green with life. The air pristine and cool. The sun golden and warm against my skin. Where's this place? I turn around, eyes searching. Everything seems bright. Beautiful. I edge close to the peonies before me with my hands. Wow, so full of life. Smiling, I stride away from that spot.