Thousand Autumn Novels & Stories

The curse is breaking, and no punishment is good enough to make me throw away the idea of freedom now that it's closer to me than ever before. So, I'll sing for now, and simply cherish this moment of peace before its gone. "Listen to my voice, feel me in your arms, wrap me up in the colours of your love, and kiss me with the lies that you love. I don't need you like you need me. I'm a moon child. One that speaks to the moon. And I'll sing with the stars, And dance in the light of your dreams. And just cause you're not here, doesn't mean I'm lonely."

My gaze remains fixed on her. “I want to understand your pain. Your weakness. Your joy. I want my heart to beat with yours.” My voice grows stronger. “I want to love only you for a thousand years...I want ours to be a love of a thousand years...A love that will fulfill whatever bond existed between our ancestors.” I swallow. “I want you.” I say it to this version of Athena standing before me. Her eyes soften. Affection begins to glow inside them. Slowly, she raises her hands.

The ninth time Julian Hale chose Vivian Cross over me, I held a knife to Vivian's throat and made her beg for forgiveness in the middle of a crowded downtown plaza. I thought that would finally be enough to end the affair. Instead, Julian made me pay for hurting her. He went after my father's company and destroyed it, leaving my family broke and buried in debt to loan sharks. In the end, my father, Martin Ellison, couldn't take it anymore. He swallowed an entire bottle of pills beside my mother, Diane Ellison. The shock was too much for her heart, and she died soon after. I lost both my parents in a single day. The day after the funerals, the doctor gave me more bad news. I had late-stage st

‎ ‎By mid-October, Pine Valley was blanketed in a rich tapestry of crimson, burnt amber, and deep gold. The morning air carried a sharp, crisp bite that hinted at the approaching winter, and the town common was buzzing with activity for the annual Autumn Harvest Market. ‎Kat stood at her wooden stall near the center of the common, adjusting a display of freshly jarred apple butter and dark honey harvested from Arthur’s hives. She wore a fitted charcoal knit sweater and dark denim, her dark hair pulled back in a loose braid. She looked effortless, calm, and radiant in the crisp autumn sunlight.

Killian's POV Autumn deepened into the kind of autumn that made the whole territory look like a painting of itself, the specific gold and red of it that I had grown up with and still found new every year, the way things that were beautiful on a recurring schedule were still beautiful each time if you let yourself look rather than assuming you already knew what you were seeing.

But here he was, willing to cooperate. Summer smiled and shook his hand, sealing their partnership. Keith's mood seemed to lighten slightly, with a faint smile appearing on his lips. As the sun set over the garden, the small lake reflected the red and purple hues of the clouds. The autumn waters rippled gently, wild cranes soared, birds chirped in the trees, and fallen leaves carpeted the ground. The autumn scene eventually gave way to the serene glow of the moon. Keith sent Summer home at 8:00 pm. She was exhausted and wanted nothing more than a hot bath and a good night's sleep.

I had almost run out of his study room when I remembered the main purpose of my untimely 'visit'. 'No, I wasn't going to back down now until I get what I want,' I mentally encouraged myself while gathering every last bit of energy I had left to face the fuming Greek god. In my 'unfortunate' state, I realized that the woman beneath him seemed to have stopped moving. Flashes of what could have happened to her ran through my head, and I shivered in fright.

“So, why don’t you have Tatiana on your list?”. I posed, enjoying the fact that he was a little, more-lively than many other chauffeurs I’ve met before. “Tatiana is for the broken hearted”. He turned once more and stole another glance of me. “I hope you are not one of them”. “Do I look like one?”. I asked, hoping as much as I could, that he would not say I looked like any of the broken heart Europeans who travel to Guts Island every year to seek solace in the arms of the sunny city.

I hate days like this. It’s terribly cold outside, and it gets dark much faster. Some people say that autumn is beautiful. Leaves fall from the trees, covering the damp earth with a rainbow quilt. However, for me, autumn is associated with only one thing - death. Plants die, and animals hide in tight corners, peacefully falling asleep. They probably don’t feel like watching everything around them slowly fade away. I envy them, I would like to close my eyes and not have to worry about anything too. Rain runs down my face. Water drips from strands of long blond hair, joining their companions. Together they flow down the paths, washing away all the dirt. Raindrops are never alone, there are bil

**A Season of Growing** Autumn had settled gently over Port Haven, painting the trees in shades of amber and crimson. The cool breeze carried the smell of salt and earth, a reminder of the changing seasons and the rhythm of their new life. Lillian and Nicholas had quickly fallen into the town’s pace, each day marked by small, quiet routines that felt like rituals—watering the plants, sharing breakfast on their porch, evening walks along the cliffside.