Raya Rain Novels & Stories

Raya responds spitting at her feet when she says the word Queen. My vision turns completely read and all I can see is Raya’s jugular vein throbbing. I can feel my teeth sharpen against my tongue and the veins beginning to pop out on my face. I was going to show the summit what a beast I can be. I am going to kill Raya right her and now, spraying the entire summit with her blood.

​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.

Ryan Lewis was staring at her with a frown on her face from the raindrops that hit her face. "Come in! The rain won't let up from the next two hours, the won't be taxi passing by in this heavily rain!" Ryan shouted trying to beat the sound of the rain. Greta looked up at the rain, if she ran though the rain her body would be completely wet. As if he could read Greta's worries, Ryan took the umbrella that was in the back seat and then he went down to pick her up. Time seemed to slow down as Greta saw Ryan walking toward her with a dark blue umbrella over his head.

The streets, once dry and quiet, transform into shimmering mirrors as rainwater collects, reflecting the glow of streetlights and the occasional flicker of lightning. Sitting inside his car, Jay continues to watch the rain as he also hears the sound of the thunder that just begun. The rain intensifies, transforming into a deluge that drowns out all other sounds. Each droplet becomes a force of nature, colliding with the ground and rooftops with a resounding impact. The rhythmic symphony of rainfall fills the air, drowning out the usual nighttime noises and wrapping the world in a cloak of serenity.

It was the eighth year of my marriage. As I was driving my daughter to school, I took a call on speaker. "Is this Mr. Andrew Benedict? Your wife, Ms. Clara Miller, left her diamond ring in our executive suite." My hands froze on the wheel. Andrew was my husband. Clara was my best friend. I rushed to my brother's office, desperate to prove it was a mistake. He didn't even look up from his desk. He wasn't surprised at all. "Summer, drop it," my brother, Aaron Walter, said calmly. "They have a child together now. Just pretend you don't know. "He lied to you to spare your feelings," he added. "We all kept quiet for your own good." I felt my blood cold as it ran through my veins. "He's r

Hurry up, I don't want you wasting too much water, caution Luna with kara going to the bathroom " ********** The rain fell with an almost punishing force, its relentless onslaught dousing everything in its path. Ryder sat alone on his varanda, his clothes clinging to his shivering body, while his eyes remained fixated on the night sky. Through the torrential downpour, he strained to catch a glimpse of the distant stars, seeking solace in their steady glow. But tonight, even their celestial beauty failed to soothe his troubled mind.

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.

he asked. Yris looked at Raeyan, then sighed. “Raeyan… do you recall that when you and Raine were young… Raine fell from the tree?” he asked. Raeyan paused, then nodded in affirmation. “Yes. That time, Raine was climbing a tree while trying to follow a cat.” He spoke. “But he was still so small so he fell. And then…” he said, when suddenly he paused as he thought of something. “It can’t be – ?” he stared at Yris.

The rain had become a character in their story over the decades. It had started everything that first night in Manhattan—cold, relentless, soaking through Elena's coat as she stood outside the bar trying to decide whether to go home alone or let the stranger buy her one more drink. It had returned on the night she showed Alexander the blackmail photos, standing frozen in her Brooklyn kitchen while the sky opened above the city. It had fallen softly on their wedding day in the garden, turning the grass slick and making the flowers smell sharper. It had drummed against the windows the night Amara was born, a steady heartbeat outside while Elena labored inside. It had whispered through the palm

Cain giggles. “You know if you keep it up, you’ll create a downpour at the Judgment Road and it’ll hinder the soul to run the judgment.” He states. Altarria emerges from the transparent. She looks stunning as usual. She giggles. “That’s a great idea. It’ll cloud your vision too.” She says. She releases an arrow to the sky and it creates a huge thunderbolt. The sky becomes darker than before and it’s boiled by the thunder. A downpour engulfs the Judgment Road.