Novelas y relatos de Rainworld

"You seem to know as much about me as I do, Lord Petros. If you'll excuse me, I have a king to keep safe." She moved closer. Mist danced around her feet. The clouds surrounded the village, hemming the farms in. They grew heavy with rain. But Violet's focus was Eden. Lightning sparked around him. His arms were outstretched. The sapphires on his tunic mirrored the darkening clouds. He kept his eyes closed but she knew what lurked behind—raging gold, a sun barely contained. The downpour started. Rain drenched Marana, sending its children giggling through the streets. The farmers cheered. Some men took out their fiddles and drums, and struck up a beautiful rain dance song.

As the wind approached, I grabbed Rain's hand and pulled him closer, but he, too, disappeared as the wind reached us. "Rain!" I cried out as I was left alone in a now-deserted scene. "Take me!" I screamed at the wind, raising my hands, but nothing happened. Instead, I found myself in a white room, and Rain was there, standing before a mirror in a black tuxedo, just as he had been when the wind had appeared. He smiled as I approached him. But just as I reached him, a sword appeared in my hand, and an invisible force pulled me toward him until the sword pierced his stomach.

the man turned around and left. Richard Hill's eyes narrowed with coldness as he stared at the computer screen in front of him. Outside, the rain began to fall heavily, accompanied by a loud thunderclap that shook the windows. The night seemed even more melancholic with the sound of raindrops tapping against the glass and the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the room. Despite the somber atmosphere, Richard continued to work diligently, undeterred by the stormy weather.

{~~Avery Sterling~~} I’m back in this beautiful pack, surrounded by familiar faces, and yet it feels so foreign after everything we’ve been through. the rain stopped while I was away and now we have a new season. The landscape is stunning, especially now, with the first snowfall of the season transforming the dense forest and the lake into a quiet, white wonderland. The snow blankets the ground in thick, untouched layers, making the whole world seem calm and serene, but cold—bitingly cold. It's as if the snow carries the weight of my worries. The weather has shifted dramatically over the past few days, moving from endless, gloomy rain to this sudden onset of winter. So, congratulations on fr

Isabella - Rain. Not the kind that’s cold, harsh, or makes you miserable. No, this was a nice, pleasant summer rain—one of those gentle showers that make everything glisten and smell like freshly cut grass and wet pavement. Perfect weather for... whatever adults do after work. For me, it was just another day trying to survive Logan Sinclair.

Time. Cold rain lashes my face like a thousand needles as I step onto the balcony. The wind whips my hair, carrying the scent of damp earth and fresh rain. Raindrops splatter on the marble floor, bursting into miniature explosions. A bitter realization washes over me: I gave up Rena for this pack, and now, I'm giving it up for her. A sad smile plays on my lips. Karma, maybe? Blurry green trees vanish into the thick rain curtain. My resolve hardens. Theon won't sit still – he'll come at us head-on. This time, it's war.

Craig’s POV The storm’s fury roared louder, tearing through the canopy and battering us with sheets of rain that numbed skin and blurred vision. Every crack of thunder felt like a punch to my chest, each lightning strike illuminating twisted branches and the jagged outline of Zane's territory with stark, fleeting clarity. The ground beneath my boots was a slick, treacherous mess of mud and water, threatening to swallow me whole with every step. I clenched my fists, fighting the instinct to slip or fall, knowing that even the smallest misstep would betray us in this chaos.

what's going on with you my storm cloud Just work and home, that's about it, speaking of I have a new piece I made for you, do you think you can run away this weekend to get it? I hear a bit of shuffling in his background yes I absolutely can do that Alright papa well I will see you then, I'm gonna get back to work okay? I love you lots of rain drops And I love you lots of fish eggs I cackle fish eggs, really daddy?! he chuckles you're so lame papa Only for you and your mother dear, see you soon bye bye

ICU rooms have their own weather. Not the kind you can see through windows, rain, sun, snow but the kind that clings to the skin. A hush threaded with machine song. The soft tyranny of fluorescent light. The stale aftertaste of fear that has nowhere to go, because everyone inside is too tired to scream. Dawson’s room was dimmer than most, the blinds tilted to spare his eyes. The monitors cast green and blue glows over his face, making him look like a man half made of moonlight and war.

The phone rang until it switched to voicemail. "Hello, this is Miss Lynch, Rainie's homeroom teacher. Rainie didn't come to school today and didn't request leave. Is she sick? Please contact the school as soon as possible." Sunlight slipped through the curtains and spread across my desk. My textbooks for today's classes sat there in neat stacks. After school, I had planned to buy the new art album released this week. Now I would never need it. My soul drifted without control and followed the direction my family had gone.