Stories About Autumn Novels & Stories

AUTUMN: Fifteen years ago... Autumn was only 8 years old... We sprawled on the grass. The three of us. Maddox. Hugh. And me. All of us were catching our breaths, after running for a long time in the forest. It was fun and exhilarating at the same time. Maddox said it would be more fun if we had our wolves, but we had not reached our eighteenth birthday, yet so there were no signs of it.

Edeline Outside, the moon had finally risen above the treetops, casting a soft glow that filtered through the leaves, which fluttered and danced in the gentle breeze. Autumn was approaching, its presence evident in the crisp air and falling leaves. The moonlight illuminated my room with a calming, ethereal glow. I stared up at the moon, wishing for healing, hoping for strength. I needed to develop a stronger will. I pleaded silently for a solution, for a way to address all the mistakes and find a path through this painful situation.

Sometimes, a girl with ink-stained hands would ask, “Are you a queen? My mother says you rule with stories.” Seren would shake her head, laughter like wind-chimes. “I am no queen, little one. I am only a keeper of stories. But if you listen closely, you will find that every heart is its own sovereign.” The days passed, and the crowds swelled. Spring brought wild violets and fae musicians; summer, fields of golden dandelion, mortals sharing bread and grief; autumn, elders tracing spirals in the dust as if to remember lost loves; winter, witches gathered in scarves of flame to keep the cold at bay.

I tilted the cover just enough to give them a glimpse. “A witch!” “There’s a kitty!” “Is it about ghosts?” The children scrambled off the adults’ laps and crowded closer. “Halloween is almost here. So today, I’m going to read you a story called *The Wonders of Halloween*.” The children eagerly began telling me about the Halloween decorations they had made at school. Before I knew it, even more of them had gathered around me. “Rin was a girl who was afraid of ghosts and the dark. That was why she could not understand why everyone else wanted to turn into ghosts—”

This had once been the place where our love first took root, but time had passed, and so many things had faded that I could barely remember them anymore. Following June's final wishes, I found a grove of poplar trees and erected a nameless gravestone for her there. Back when we first arrived in the desert, I remembered June making a vow. She said she would one day cover this barren land with greenery and life. And this grove of poplars had been planted by our own hands. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but green. But I no longer had the heart to stay and admire the scenery.

“Maybe I should pack my bags and go back to Canada.” “Faith, Mario did not —” I abruptly stopped as my eyes caught the sight of Autumn walking down the steps with a tall guy beside her. I was hoping they would walk towards us yet they took a right turn once they hit the landing and then sat on the wooden chairs. I watched Autumn taking books out of her bag while saying something that set the guy groaning. They looked like they were in a friendly term.

Clarita beside her began to cry too. After Autumn had moved to the city, she and Clarita had seen each other less and less. When the tears finally slowed, Autumn wiped her eyes and looked at Dominic. "What else did Grandma say? Go on." Her tone had softened. An embarrassing childhood story like that wasn't something Clarita would share with anyone else. Dominic nodded. He noticed Clarita's sorrowful expression and trembling body. Instinctively, he reached out to steady her. The moment his hand touched her arm, Autumn's eyes widened. Right in front of her, Clarita appeared—whole, alive, sitting in the car.

“How would Autumn feel when she hears you want to become a Hunter?” She looked away, “she’ll understand.” “Or not,” I remarked. “Autumn feels guilty whenever she thinks about you getting wrapped in all this. More than ever she wishes you never knew about all these things BECAUSE it is dangerous!” “I’m not becoming a Hunter because I want to be a murderer,” she quipped. “I have nothing against werewolves, hell one of them is my best friend. What I’m saying is, I want to be able to protect myself. What if I get abducted some day? Or you end up in trouble and the only person that can save you is me? What if it’s Autumn that is in trouble and I’m the only one who can save her?

“He tried every year when we were pups, but it’d just get taken off me and he’d be punished. This is something he could give me that couldn’t be taken away.” Finally, Autumn looked up and Nala’s breath hitched again. There was a glossy sheen of tears in her eyes, but her smile never faltered. She couldn’t help but return it and sighed to herself as she gathered her feet beneath her. “Come on then.” She held out her hand. “Let’s make the most of the gift. We might be headed for war after all.” “You think I'll be ready by then?” A light sparkled in Autumn’s eyes, so bright that Nala only got a hint of satisfaction snuffing her naive dreams.

"It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival." Ronald raised his head and saw that the green leaves in summer had turned yellow. Autumn had gone and winter had come, and it was spring next year. It could still grow green leaves. Once a person was gone, he or she would leave the world forever. He wasn't afraid of death, but when he carefully thought about it, there was still some fear in his heart. Cheng Pi said gently, "The golden sycamore tree is autumn and its leaves are yellow. The bead curtain does not wrap up the frost at night."