Autumn Novels & Stories

KNOXX FELT a pang of disappointment creeping up his system at the scent of Autumn's hair. It was not the scent that he expected. Her hair smells like watermelon and jasmine combined. Although it's relaxing and he likes the scent of it, he's disappointed to know that she’s not the woman who ran away from him three years ago. He thought it was Autumn already, but she just didn’t want to tell him.

Her guardian angel certainly put forth extra effort for her. Although the anguish intensified, the moisture on her skin that was cooled by the cool air and the blood that covered her turtleneck made her feel even colder. Something approached her. She inhaled the aromas and listened intently to the sound of its scrambling. When she baked apple pies, prepared specialty soups and hot, spicy chili, and decorated with pumpkins, squash, and vibrant mums—colors that complemented her flaming red hair and green eyes—it was a cold, crisp autumn with a touch of wetness in the air. Autumn, her favorite season.

Hazel I walked through the woods with Gera flying lazily beside me, the leaves crunched beneath my feet, and the cool breeze ruffled my long blonde hair. Autumn was my favorite time of year, the changing leaves made me feel so alive, ironic considering they were dying. The shortened days made for longer nights and the stars always made me feel less alone. The other nymphs favored spring, rebirth, new life, and all that. While it was a beautiful time of year it just wasn't for me.

However, the most of them had already given up and were either dancing slowly in the breeze or resting on the ground. Autumn ushers in sweater weather, stunning foliage displays, and harvest festivities. In these woods, the equinox heralds the start of a awesome season as I knew in my mind was called Autumn. Others, on the alternative hand, see this season as a miserable reminder of the cease of summer, with fewer cookouts and seaside reading. Ohh. “𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐴𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑛..” I whispered.

CHAPTER 43 Autumn had arrived in Riverside. The trees have turned into a fiery glow of orange, yellows, and reds. It’s Lina’s favorite season and her son, Adam. They would go out in the afternoon and play underneath the maple trees in their backyard. She would pretend to shovel Adam inside a pile of leaves. Her son would growl and try to catch her while she pretended to be afraid. Their peals of laughter would ring the backyard. Later, Rita would call them back for a snack of muffins and warm milk.

I was glad to see that she was not one of those people to hold onto their anger and irritations. “Well, I’m glad it was you then.” I looked around the area and realized she was right. Only someone used to this area would be able to pick something out. Everything seemed so ordinary. The grass in the field was beginning to brown as the changing of the season progressed. Soon, the air would become chilled. Autumn was my favorite time of year because I liked the cooler weather and Blaze loved running through the forest with the dying leaves crunching under his paws. Again, I was thankful for the nature spread throughout our territory. This would suck.

When my eyes met his, I felt a small flutter, and was quick to push it away. “Well let’s get this over with,” I said. The path we walk is wide and mostly covered in fallen, beautiful leaves. Tall trees surround us, as well as the soft sounds of nature. Shane is to my left and Kale is to my right. There is a certain peace in this moment. We are too busy soaking it all up that there are no words spoken among us. Maybe they were right. Maybe this was just what I needed. I see a bench off to the side of the path, and make my way over, taking a seat.

Yadiel’s perspective: Looking out my window, I am greeted by a vibrant scene of autumn splendor. The leaves, in their various shades of red, orange, and yellow, dance gracefully in the gentle breeze. They rustle and sway, creating a mesmerizing display of colors against the backdrop of the clear blue sky. The branches of the trees, once lush with green foliage, now showcase a mosaic of hues, painting a picture of nature's transition.

He sounded frantic and furious. “Dylan, this isn’t over. You’re going to regret this!” In the rearview mirror, their figures shrank smaller and smaller until they finally disappeared from sight. I leaned back against the seat and closed my eyes. Finally. It was over. ... A little over a month passed. Life slowly settled back into calm. I found a job in a new city and rented a simple apartment. I deliberately avoided anything that might stir up old memories. My days were like a faded photograph. It felt dull but peaceful.

she asked me with a smile. “I’d have more fun if we were alone,” I said. She took my hand and we walked down the beach towards Angels Rest. We crossed the street and darted into the large cluster of trees that stood on the other side of Beach Drive. Within seconds I had Kari up against one of the trees as we kissed, our hands roaming all over each other. I’d already shifted at sixteen and for me it was worse than it was for her. My hormones were in overdrive and the pull of the moon seemed to make it worse, especially around her.