The Gift Of Rain Novels & Stories

“Silver…” “And that’s not all.” Rain’s tone turned serious, brimming with importance. “The Goddess gave us something else. A gift of healing. You can now mend wounds, not just your own, but others’. It isn’t infinite, and it will drain you if you push too far, but it’s there. In your blood. In our bond.” My jaw slackened, and I repeated the words like I didn’t understand what they meant. “I… can heal people?”

I planted a kiss on each of their foreheads before getting up. Glancing through the transparent window, I started to appreciate the beauty of the droplets from the sudden downpour of rain through the sparkling glass. Noticing a familiar book on the bedside, I hesitantly picked it up and walked towards the balcony. The cold gush of midnight wind welcomed me in glory. The heavy rain surrenders herself unto the ocean, each fragment rippling gracefully and slowly becoming a part of the body of brine sea-lace. I heard each watery gift, softer than the patter on a rooftop, moving in subtle waves of its own according to the wind. Feeling my long caramel hair dancing along with their beat, I closed

Satisfied with his pitiful state, I waved my hand in the air to wrap up. Out of thin air, his body was engulfed by furious red flames, and the underground cell filled with ear-piercing screams and a rotten smell. I swiveled on my heels before whispering the complete answer to his questions under my breath, “And for the world… gifted.” I left the room and passed other gang members in the hallway. They watched at me in pure horror before bowing their heads down in front of me.

When she bent down to pick up the little girl who stopped immediately as soon as she saw her now mother she whispered in the baby’s ear, “We are finally free,” When Kit opened the door and brought the car seat out with the little girl, she remembered something about running down the street to get to her father’s car to make her escape. It was now raining, just like it was that night. It was not hard downpour it was a late gentle rain. She remembered the words that her father said, “This rain will wash away all that has happened,” She looked up at the sky and smiled as she now completely understood what her father was trying to say then, “This rain will finally wash away all that happened,” S

“Rain, she said something. Before I… before everything.” Emory hesitated. “What did she say?” Isolde’s voice cracked softly. “She told me she loved you. That she always had.” Emory shut his eyes, the words breaking him open quietly, gently. A warm breeze slipped through the open window, carrying the faintest scent of petrichor. The sound of rain began, soft, steady, cleansing. It was not a storm. Neither was it a warning. It was a blessing. The crack in Rain’s statue outside glowed once… then faded.

Zach no longer had his usual spirit. He had stubble on his face, and he looked haggard. When he saw me, his eyes lit up, and he came forward to me. “Luna, how are you? Are you feeling better?” I gave him a nod but maintained my distance. “I’m much better. If you have no other business with me, I’ll be leaving.” He quickly stopped me and carefully handed me a box. When he opened it, I saw a pair of rings inside. “The rings I had custom-made have arrived.”

“How can you tell?” He shrugged as I turned him around and started to scrub his back. “I’ve always been really sensitive to storms. When the Moon Goddess called me her little rain wolf, I thought maybe it had something to do with it. Who knows.” “What can we choose from?” Riley groaned. “That’s the dumb part. She doesn’t just write down the gifts and you get to choose. Things happen in the day. Seemingly trivial things. But they matter because it’s her way of showing the gift. Look for things that happen accidentally in the next few hours. If it’s an accident, it’s not. She’s behind it.”

But even though the color of his eyes is cold, right now they are filled with so much warmth which made Vermeil fall into a daze. “Raine.” Vermeil called. His voice is deeper than earlier. His eyes which looked like blood are now like they are spitting fire due to his burning gaze that bore on Raine’s face. But Raine didn’t notice it. He was still immersed in the sea of happiness since someone had given him such a precious gift. It is not like Lovis didn’t give him a gift before, nor did his other friends in Riverside not give him any gifts. However, it was he who declined them. Because he knows how poor their district is. Thus, Raine told them that he won’t accept their gifts.

When they are at school. Alec for Bella was like rain that poured dryness in her heart. Just like rain during a long dry season. Brings coolness and gives a feeling of calm when raindrops hit the body. She is feeling blessed. Rain gives water to life but she can't repay the kindness of rain. She couldn't give water, life, or anything that she wanted to give to the rain to repay his kindness. That's what Alec looks like to Bella.

Chapter 29 Third Person’s POV The rain was terrifying yet comforting that night—it was beautifully tragic as it floods the land—the water wasn’t murky. It was clear and the rain that fell to wash the land rid of impurities was warm and comforting. Lux loved it. He loved how chaos was both beautiful and poetic even if it destroyed a lot of thing. He loved the flowing water and he loved how the rain cascaded down his naked body as he stood under the shower that the clouds provided.