The Ninth Rain Novels & Stories

A group of people snaked through the arena, each vying for the Ninth Prince’s attention. An earth-shattering, thunderous sound exploded in the air just as everyone provided their congratulations to the Ninth Prince. “What’s happening?” The explosion had shaken everyone to their core. “Look! What’s that?” Someone cried out from afar. The Ninth Price quickly raised face towards the sky which was stained red with the crimson light. It was as if an Armageddon was about to occur. All the beams of light that belonged to the other fighters’ scoreboards lost their luster under this terrifying blazing light. All, except for the Ninth Prince’s.

I do not understand it but I feel it in every nerve. Is that rain? The question floats through the haze. Rain can't be falling in this hot closed cell. I need to go out. It will cool my heat. I love rain. Kira loves rain too. The thought of cool drops on my skin makes me want to sob. But I cannot move. The cell is locked from the outside. How come I can perceive rain?I can't hear anything on the roof. It is not real. It cannot be. Yet the scent wraps around my nostrils anyway.

Ashes and Rain The rain came softly. Not the storm of anger or judgment, but a gentle, forgiving drizzle that fell from the sky like a sigh of peace. It carried with it the scent of smoke and soil, of endings turned to beginnings. Every drop shimmered faintly, catching the red light of the Blood Moon until the whole valley seemed to glow from within. Lyra stood beneath the rain, her hair plastered against her skin, her eyes glimmering with tears she didn’t bother to hide.

Chapter 241:The Storm Inside Nina’s POV The rain came down harder that autumn than it had in years, turning the small garden outside my window into a muddy mess where the flowers drooped under the weight of the water and the tree branches swayed wildly in the wind like they were trying to break free from the earth. I watched it all from the chair by the glass, my breath fogging the pane as I sat there hour after hour, feeling the chill seep through the frame and into my bones. The guards said it was the worst storm in a decade, the kind that flooded the roads and kept deliveries late, but to me it felt like a sign, like the world outside was finally showing its rage after all this time of qu

Rain looked so handsome, like a prince who played the violin for his lover. Angel's feelings were filled with love. The music played by Rain was so heartwarming, it made Angel's eyes fill with tears. Rain's technique was unquestionably so flawless and extraordinary. This talent is in the man he adores. When Rain finished, some students even couldn't help clapping their hands and Angel looked hopefully at Gamma's face. The man still had an expressionless face. Angel immediately got anxious, she prayed with all her heart that this time Rain would escape. This was Rain's last chance as he was already twenty years old. Rain will be very disappointed if he fails this last chance and Angel couldn'

After remembering for the eighth time that I am the real heiress to the wealthy Fletcher family, my brothers are about to hypnotize me again for the ninth time. My three older brothers, Dustin, Dominic, and Derek Fletcher, make me draw lots to decide the role that I'm going to have to assume after I'm hypnotized. The three lots are labeled "fake heiress", "the maid's daughter", and "the impoverished student the family is sponsoring". "Draw one." I don't move a muscle. Dustin's face turns grim first. "If you still want to continue living in the Fletcher household, Autumn, then stop trying to steal Daphne's identity away from her!" Dominic frowns and says impatiently, "Can't you be more

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

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.

The phone rang until it switched to voicemail. "Hello, this is Miss Lynch, Rainie's homeroom teacher. Rainie didn't come to school today and didn't request leave. Is she sick? Please contact the school as soon as possible." Sunlight slipped through the curtains and spread across my desk. My textbooks for today's classes sat there in neat stacks. After school, I had planned to buy the new art album released this week. Now I would never need it. My soul drifted without control and followed the direction my family had gone.

The morning air in Ashford Hollow carried the scent of damp earth, wet cedar, and something faintly metallic that always lingered after heavy rain. Clara Whitmore stood behind the worn oak counter of Willow & Ink, smoothing the spines of a stack of newly donated novels, aligning them with meticulous care. The storm had returned sometime after midnight. She had woken to its rhythm—steady, persistent, almost purposeful. Rain in Ashford Hollow was never merely weather. It was a messenger. A reminder. A whisper.