Year Of The Black Rainbow Novels & Stories

It felt like standing at the edge of a frozen lake. Beautiful and Terrifying. One wrong step, and everything could shatter. “Don’t hope too much, Toby,” I whispered into the darkness. My heart ignored me. It already has.

They part from each other, eyes matching. Something is not right here. RAINE POV She’s a roach. I was hoping to have a relaxing night. I’d wow the crowds, have a few drinks, and head home. With Karen here, I could not do that. The fact that she’d show up, after saying she no longer was planning to attend, rubs me the wrong way. Her entrance into Mr.Davis’s circle was obviously strategic, I just couldn’t figure out why.

Grace herself had encouraged River to knock heads with people like Anthony, to help him push-start the foundation in the right direction. "It is?" River places his cup down after taking a sip of the warm mocha. "Come on, River, you know you're good at this." He points out and River glances at him passively. "Sebastian Black is a man of substance and taste, so I'm going to bet he didn't just choose you for this because you're a trans man." "I don't know." River shakes his head. "This is all happening so fast. We're a week away from the launch, and although I've managed to settle on the final arrangement it all just-," his voice trails off and Anthony nods, understanding.

The rushing noise filled the city of Black Crest as the rapid pattering of the rain fell on Monday evening. The rain came unexpectedly, and there was no further warning for any storm coming from the weather forecast. Lucky for those citizens who came home early from work, they just had to settle in their homes waiting for their supper to be cooked. As for those who need to take an extra hour at work, the situation left them no choice but to travel home and take their risk waiting for the heavy traffic jam caused by the heavy rain.

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.

Layla frowned at the word party. "You don't have to come if you don't want to",Riven assured her quickly when he noticed the panicked expression on her face. Layla went quiet, thinking about how a party would be. "Why is it called a black and white party?",she asked after contemplating it. "It's an annual ball that is thrown to honour the moon goddess",Riven explained. "The white is the colour of the moon, and the black is for the earth of the island"

, I said. "You dare not think that way Damien Black. She need a normal life. She isn't a caged bird.", Rain said angrily. Quite offended by what I said. I looked in her direction and was blown away. I knew Rain was beautiful but at that moment she looked breathtaking. The rays of sun were directly falling on her platinum blonde hair making them shine like diamonds. Her pale skin had a red tint on it because of the fury she held. Making her look all more magnificent. I could see the slight frickle near her nose making her look cute. Her blue eyes were lively. Deeper than the depths of the ocean. Holding a sort of pain that she was yet to share. In all she looked like an angel without a halo.

He looked at her in anger and so near to her that she did not imagine he had come here so fast, and within no time she fell down on the floor and became unconscious. . . . . After 3 days A beautiful room which full covers with black curtains. The color on the walls is also black. The bed, bed sheets, pillows and everything in the room is black. I also wore a black dress. All around mine, in bed and room, there is a great fragrance of roses which freshens myself and my mind. I opened my eyes slowly and closed them again and went to sleep for relaxation, then I woke up after 15 minutes and those fifteen minutes like that I slept for many hours.

James Streamer stared at the beautiful landscape, a mile away from him. His wispy blonde hair protruded from his brown trilby and covered some parts of his thick brownish eyes that were stretching to catch a glimpse at the beautiful terrain of Umuise. The year was 1873, more than a decade before the partition of Africa in a Berlin conference between 15 November 1884 – 26 February 1885. The meeting that saw the dark continent shredded into pieces and given to fellow European brothers.

Far above, the sky was already beginning to dim at the edges, like a lid lowering over an eye that didn’t sleep. On the threshold, Kaelira paused and spoke not to Zevran or Taren but to the world itself. “When the Black Moon rises,” she said, “let it watch.” And then, without looking back, she added the only promise that felt like truth: “We’re coming for you.” The arch shivered. The Court’s gates loomed. Somewhere ahead, a war-scar smiled. The bond thrummed once—thin, fierce, alive. And the three of them walked into winter.