Rainworld Novels & Stories

NARRATOR The night was thick with the heavy scent of rain, the wind howling through the trees like a creature on the hunt. Mara felt the storm in her bones. Her labor pains came in sharp, unpredictable waves, each one crashing into her with the force of thunder. The lightning split the sky like a jagged scar, its brilliance painting the walls of the room in a flash of white and blue. Every time the sky rumbled, Mara's body reacted, as if her very soul was syncing with the storm. It was a chaos she couldn’t escape.

XAVIER STORM I watched as the rain fell steadily outside, the cool droplets running down the glass panes of my office windows. The storm had been relentless earlier, but now the rain had begun to fade away, leaving the world outside damp and glistening under the gray sky. There was no call from Sunny. No call from Dante either. I wanted to be there, to see how things unfolded in real time, but all I could do was wait. The silence gnawed at me.

Cared about his friends, she said. If Henry learned that Jake took care of his wife so much that she was pregnant with his baby, he might be so angry that he would end up crawling out of his grave to kill Jake. When I said nothing, Winnie gave me a fearful look. “Luna, are you still angry at me and Jake? I really just want a baby of my own. I’m just too lonely and scared alone.” As if she had just been bullied, Winnie started sobbing. Quickly, Gertrude grabbed some tissues for her to wipe her tears before glaring at me.

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.

Rain poured relentlessly, and I stared at my phone, irritated by Terence's last text. [I'm busy today. Can't be there with you. Head home and help me pick someone up at the service area.] I turned off the screen as memories of those rainy days flooded my mind. When I was ten, my mom leapt from the 18th floor, her body broken and alone in the rain. Blood and tears flowed from her eyes. My dad glanced at her, cursed under his breath, and pulled me away.

I nodded and let him pull me away, not even glancing at the mopey shadow trailing behind us. The carousel spun, music soft and dreamy. Rainbow horses danced up and down. Sunlight kissed Archie's grinning face. This? This is happiness. He's everything.

Karen knew she would have to tread carefully as events unfolded, for she had ignited a dangerous spark that threatened to engulf them all. The servant had been nervously scanning the night sky, waiting for the ravens. The moon cast an eerie glow on the dark landscape, and the wind rustled through the trees, setting an ominous tone for the events about to unfold. When the ravens finally arrived, he knew their arrival was a harbinger of something significant.

​The Rain of Memories ​Outside the ship, the silver pixels of the moon’s shell began to fall toward the surface of Sigma-9. They looked like a meteor shower of pure light. But as they hit the atmosphere, they didn't burn up. They turned into "Memory-Rain", a soft, glowing drizzle that carried the songs, the stories, and the secret dreams of the ancestors back to the people in the streets.

"I'm sorry. I'm just…" He just missed Ariel too much. At that moment, one of his men approached them. "Sir, can we drain the blood from the pond now?" Remi looked up. "What blood?" "From the pond, sir. Your wife lost so much blood that it turned the water red…" Before the man finished speaking, Remi had already run outside. When he reached the pond, he finally saw the bloody water. It wasn't just in the pond. The grass beside it was stained too, with a huge patch of bright red blood.

The roar of thunder that sounded above us was the only hint for what Raina had planned. A bolt of brilliant lightning shot down from the sky and struck right in the middle of our circle, causing men and women to jump from their seats. The bolt was so bright people had to shield their eyes. In the center was a crater of scorched earth, everything within a foot of the strike burnt to a crisp. Smoke billowed into the air and Raina summoned a gust of wind to blow it away. The grass around the ring of destruction was lit with small flames, looking like a halo of wildfire. A flick of Raina’s wrist had rain falling to extinguish the embers and cooling the ground.