The Year Of The Black Rainbow Novel Novels & Stories

Somewhere in Santa Cruz, a school waits. The rain never stopped in Santa Cruz that fall. It came down in sheets, like the sky was trying to wash the whole town into the Pacific. I didn’t mind. Rain hid things—bruises, tears, the way my hands shook when the hunger got bad. I’d been sleeping in the shell of an old cannery warehouse on the edge of the wharf for three weeks now. The roof leaked in interesting patterns, and the concrete floor stayed cold enough to keep the nightmares at bay most nights. My name is Nico Black. Eighteen. No family. No future. Just scars that mapped out every place life had kicked me and a high school diploma that meant exactly nothing in a world still limping after

“It’s never over.” She turned toward the shattered archway where dawn spilled into the snow. “But it’s our turn to write what comes next.” Zevran fell into step beside her, their hands brushing once—no claim, no confession, just alignment. Behind them, the Court whispered. Ahead of them, the mountains waited. And beneath them, far below, the heart of the world dreamed of a Black Moon rising—and the woman who might finally teach it mercy.

And it knew (before even I did) that the wheel had begun to turn again. The eclipse had chosen its sacrifice. The curse had found its next bride. And nineteen years from now, on the night of the next black moon, I would be delivered to the monster who waited beneath an eternal midnight sky. But that was nineteen years away. For now, I was only a silent, unwanted girl with strange eyes and a heart already learning how to break without making a sound. Sleep, little ruin. The dark is patient. It will wait. Turn the page, reader. This is just the beginning

The rain had always been a perfect shade for me. It drowned out the noise of the world — the gossip, the expectations, the loneliness. Standing by the café window, I watched droplets slide down the glass like tiny dancers. I wasn’t expecting love. Not today, not ever. I was waiting for the rain to stop so I could go home to my quiet apartment — and the quiet ache that had lived there for years. “Then suddenly appeared a mysterious creature”

Eighteen Years Ago The Shadow Pack burned that night; the storm came first, then came the lightning. It split the sky in two; thunder shook the very foundation of the pack, like the growl of a vengeful god. The rain lashed out, falling heavily, but it didn't quench the fire swallowing the packhouse whole. The flames devoured the Alpha's mansion and everything that stood in their way. Hidden in the hollow oak tree is a child with jet-black hair clutching a leather-bound book to her chest.

The rain had been falling since sundown, drumming against the roof of the Blackwood Pack’s border cabins and soaking the dirt paths that cut through the woods. Aria pulled her hood tighter around her face and stepped off the porch, ignoring the faint voice of her mother calling her back inside. Tonight wasn’t a night to stay in. Tonight, something restless burned beneath her skin, urging her out into the storm. Her eighteenth birthday. For weeks, she had felt it building, this strange pull in her chest, this prickling awareness at the edges of her senses. It was as though the forest itself was waiting for her.

I can’t when I don’t know where the families have gone. ‘I can assure you the families that have left Blue Ridge have done so willingly. I am Alpha Demetri Black, I am the alpha of Crimson Dawn and the alpha working with Delta Jacobs to get these families out of harm's way. My understanding is Alpha Anderson may be killing wolves with pups in order to create orphans to be used as slaves. Is that true?’ ‘I’m sorry alpha, I’ve said too much. I’ve got to go.’ ‘Wait sweetheart.’ I freeze in place. Shaking hard in fear but there’s something about his voice; his admittance to being the alpha the families are being led to that forces me to stay; to hear him out.

Chapters turned into a story. And before I could catch my breath, it was no longer a coping mechanism. It was a novel. In my story, the characters aren’t named Stacey and Noah, but anyone who truly looked could recognize us in the margins. The male lead is a basketball player with a fire in his eyes and the weight of his dreams pressing hard on his back. The female lead is older, cautious, guarding her heart like it’s glass but unable to resist the pull of something dangerous, something real.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.