The Year Of The Black Rainbow Novel Novels & Stories

Sympathy poured in. The family stood together. Stronger. Unbroken. Elena finished the chapter. Titled it: The Rain That Never Forgets She printed it. Bound it. Placed it beside the others. Then she walked to the veranda. The rain was falling harder now—angry, relentless. She stepped out into it. Let it soak her dress, her hair, her skin. She tilted her head back. Closed her eyes. Let the water run down her face. She whispered to the rain.

I was familiar with the overview of the history, but since it was a full history, there were many details I hadn’t known. The humans in the courtyard always complained that their world was chaotic. With so many nations and races, even just dealing with four skin colors—black, white, yellow, and brown—caused endless disputes. But these humans with a limited view probably never realized that the world of the gods, connected by the three-colored Rainbow Bridge, was far more chaotic.

"Will you free me too?" "You can go," Mira whispers. "You deserve peace." Abena smiles. Her body dissolves into light. Mira wakes with tears streaming down her face — the first she’s cried in a long time. --- Chapter 26: When It Rains The rains return after three years of drought. The villagers celebrate, dancing in the streets, singing old songs. They invite Mira to join. She watches from the trees. Kojo comes to her, now gray-haired, leaning on a cane. He speaks softly:

While clinging to the last bit of my strength, I stood up, grabbed the divorce agreement from my handbag, and threw it at Jake’s face. “I’m divorcing you, Jake!” Then, right before Jake’s disbelieving gaze, I stumbled toward the door, but soon after I started walking, my vision turned black entirely, and I fell forward again. Right before I lost consciousness, I heard shouting. “Mrs. Green is bleeding!” “Call the ambulance!” “Luna!”

High above the pass, the sky went completely black. The pale morning light was instantly suffocatingly smothered by a massive, rolling canopy of dense, purple-and-black storm clouds that seemed to bleed out of the mountaintops. The temperature in the canyon dropped twenty degrees in a single second. The air grew incredibly heavy, thick with the suffocating weight of an oncoming pressure system that made the hairs on the backs of the warriors' necks stand on end. Then, she let the lightning loose.

I’ll even help you deal with any of them. “And how would I know you won’t back stab me?” “The same way I know you won’t. It’s not your reputation. Look up Black Dogs. You know of them?” “Order of mercenaries.” “Bingo,” the man said. “Asked them about Vanargand.” “I see.” “You heard of the name?” “It’s another name for Fenrir, monster-wolf of Norse mythology.” “I thought using Fenrir could be copyright infringement, or just piss the guy off.” “That would be unwise.”

All of the people that I just saw recently are all covered in black raindrops and turned into crying souls that only people in hell could see. “Why?” I muttered. “Why do I have to see the end of the world with my own eyes?” I said and gave up the hope of surviving that era. The black raindrops covered my whole body until all I could see was black. *** “You know that you should wake up early today right? It's already spring, and your school festival is coming. Wake up, Lazy head!” said the person who was currently opening the window and gave me a bright light. Argh! It was so Shiny, I couldn't look at it.

Black's POV When I reached 8 years old, I realized that I wasn't normal. Everything around me turned grey. The sky, the trees, the people, everything lost its color, and with it, I lost my emotions. I used to stay inside my room for days, refusing to go out, refusing to see what the world looked like. I didn't want to look at everything I lost, but even when I wanted to feel sad, I felt nothing. I felt numb.

“If you touch me one more time, I will forget we are blood, and I will send for your sanction as the Alpha of this pack.” “Rain,” River called, like he was calling Rain to order. “Don’t—” I watched, eyes wide, tears flowing, as Rain slowly retreated his hand from Black, lazily stepping backwards as he gazed threateningly at him. Jaw tight, hands balled into fists beside him. Black’s gaze turned to me. “You are coming with me. Now!” he roared, amber eyes blazing. Those amber eyes that shone with violence and abuse. He dragged me. Suddenly, I felt something—like a cold presence.