The Ninth Rain Novels & Stories

Sylara's POV I was locked in the Reflection Chamber, and my allergic reaction grew increasingly severe. I was just on the verge of collapsing when something suddenly stirred on the floor in the corner of the chamber, and a few stone slabs were slowly pried open from underneath, exposing a dark, pitch-black hole. Wren crawled out from the opening. She was covered in dust as she held a small porcelain vial tightly in her hand. She rushed to my side, supported my weak body, and frantically twisted open the cap of the vial.

Adrian hurried to reassure her, swearing that this time would be different—when his phone rang. It was THAT ringtone. “Adrian, it’s storming outside,” Claire sobbed through the phone. “I’m so scared. Can you come stay with me?” Before the call even ended, Adrian was already throwing on his clothes. “Don’t be scared, I’m coming right now!” He turned to Zoey, rushing to explain, “Claire’s always been terrified of thunderstorms, I just—” But Zoey cut him off. “I get it. Go.”

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.”

He of all the people knew how fake this dream was but before he got even two steps forward, he was kicked back swiftly yet hard that he got in a crouching stance. "Rain?" Ketra's cheeks were wet with tears as she glanced at the god in front of her. Was it happening or was she hallucinating? She freed from Kevin's hands as Rain's manly scent hit her senses. Her feet lifted suddenly feeling energized and she found her way to his arms almost immediately and buried her head in his broad chest that she had missed for an eternity while inhaling his merry scent of cinnamon.

"No, you're Jenna. You've finally returned." Tears streamed down her face in thick rivulets. "I'm so sorry for letting you suffer for nine long years. But now, you have me, and all my love is yours. You don't need to be afraid anymore. That little wretch is gone. She got exactly what she deserved, just like that monster…" Fear coursed through Anna, making her body quake. She flailed in a desperate and weak frenzy, as if she might crumble into pieces. Mom rose, carrying a bowl of her ever-greasy stew. "Jenna, just drink a little…"

I focused on the sound, letting it envelop me, a fragile shield against the darkness that threatened to consume me. Seven... eight... nine... As the rain continued to fall, I clung to the sound, drawing strength from its simplicity. It was a small comfort, but in this moment, it was everything. The rain was a promise of renewal, a whisper of hope that, somehow, I would find a way to endure this nightmare and emerge on the other side. Ten... eleven... twelve... I closed my eyes, the sound of raindrops my anchor, grounding me in the present and keeping me tethered to the flicker of hope that still burned within my heart.

Talk about a trail reminiscent of a scratch I looked around, orange sparkle adorned the evening sky. It was clear that a shadow was reflected on the puddle. Until when will I be trapped in the maze of the past? Really, I want to forget, the man who in the past year created a beautiful memory point. Usually, this rainy exhausted. Brother Daffa series called me said, "Believe me dear 99,9 % rain is not water, but the taste I miss you."

By the time Kenneth Ford finally showed up, I was already soaked through. He wasn't alone. There was a girl under his umbrella, and at well over six feet tall, Kenneth had enough height to shield her almost completely from the rain. He'd tilted the umbrella so far toward her that one side of his shirt was getting drenched, but he didn't seem to care. He just smiled and let her stay tucked safely beside him. Then he saw me, and the smile on his face disappeared. "Sorry, I'm late," he muttered. The girl beside him immediately turned to me. "Hannah, it's my fault. I've gotten so used to sharing Kenneth's umbrella that I asked him to walk me home. And honestly, being tucked up against him m

The neon sign of the Obsidian Rose flickered in the puddles, a distorted mockery of the life Zara thought she was building. Standing just outside the golden glow of the entrance, Zara felt the first heavy drops of a monsoon storm hit her shoulders. She didn’t move. The tears streaming down her face were indistinguishable from the rain, but they felt twice as cold.

A heavy rain just started to fall , and to be fair it was the strongest rain ever witness in the kingdome , the rain was as a glowing icy blue fall , yet doesn't give cold chills but rather warmth to the bones , that night the king wandered in the castle unheeding to no where in confusion not talking to anyone, not even Asian herself , like he was bewitched by something ,he wandered and wandered until he found himself in front of my mom's room, he shakely grabbed the dusty curtained door , he entered by pushing it by both of his hands , just to find her in that miserable state where he let a tearful sigh escape his eyes , i wondered if he can feel her pain , or was it a crocodile tear, she