A River In Darkness Novels & Stories

The end was here and nothing would stop the hands of death flipping its wings in its dark embrace. Love came, I tasted its ugly fruit and it destroyed my little peace, the little beam of light I was holding onto. Darkness blinded my vision, the water pulling me with its strength to the bottom of the river. Still. Void. I couldn't think. I died. So I thought.

Luna’s eyes suddenly widened. It was the river that separated the realm of the living from the realm of the dead! Luna subconsciously glanced at the river of myth. The river water was extremely turbulent like a rapids. The entire river was black, giving people a sense of oppression. When the water surged, there were faint cries of ghosts, making one’s scalp tingle. Luna turned away and looked at the envoy of hell, asking, “Do you mean I have to swim past the river?” “Nay...” The envoy shook her head.

She could hear his wolf loud and clear. The entrance plunged them into darkness. River fumbled for a small vial that hung around her neck, filled with a special concoction that would emit a faint, blue glow. Upon uncorking it, a magical light flickered to life, painting the dusty path ahead in an ethereal hue. They crept forward, Gonzalo's body warm and comforting against her legs. The chanting grew louder, echoing eerily in the confined space. With each step, a knot of dread tightened in River's gut. What were they doing to Rain?

Except that the Underworld had a sky. "The water changed colors." I whispered in slight awe, stopping at the river beside me. I had clearly noticed how the river flowimg alongside us had been dark black. But now it had gone slightly bluish. I felt Hayden stopping as well. "Yes, they did." He replied. "It was River Styx behind us." For some reason, I felt so thirsty. "And now, it's River Lethe." I wanted to just touch it's calm gentle water. Was it cold just like the surroundings? What if it was warm? What if it was sweet? It looked so compelling–

Anything. The darkness of night slowly shifted to a bright morning, the briny tang of the river strong as the morning breeze blew across the water, small ripples of waves smacking the boulders that lined the shore. Early morning fishermen arrived, taking up their favorite spots and casting out into the calm river as pelicans perched nearby hoping for castoffs. The homeless stirred from where they hid among the bushes along the river, wandering away to wherever they knew a free meal awaited them. Morning traffic buzzed over the Harbor City Causeway as people travelled to work, buses intermingled among them hauling disinterested children to school and away from the game consoles, everyone blis

Stefan mumbled, Looking at the river, I noticed something odd, the water wasn't clear, it had a dark shade of grey, and it didn't have a flowing sound like it did before, it was quiet, way too quiet, “What is wrong with the river, I've never seen— or heard a river tide in silence,” “What you heard before was water, but the further we walk, is more it gets corrupted with doom souls,” Stefan whispered. “A river that streams with souls, what would happen if I dipped my hands in?” I jeered.

There was no water to form the waterfall and the river that was supposed to be flowing with life, was completely desiccated. “What happened?” Layla asked as she looked at the sad picture below her. “Her.” The other version spoke, again leaving Layla confused with her ambiguous words. Layla looked up at her other version, but she was staring out into the distance. Layla looked at what she was staring at, it was a dark shadow. The image was unclear, but it didn’t matter, Layla wasn’t supposed to see what lurked on the other side of the river, but more like feel it – understand it. Layla could feel the evil, she could sense the danger that was radiating from the darkness, the heavy pain and sor

With a scream, more furious than fearful, she vanished inside the rift. Above the river, Ve lifted a brow when he heard the scream, but was much more interested in the whirl that formed in the darkness. Liters and liters of it were pulled into the space behind the rift as if it was an insatiable monstrosity. From above, where the rift was not visible, it looked like a plug was pulled from the canyon's floor and the darkness rapidly flowed through it. Still, with the gigantic mass of the darkness, it would take long for the river to dry out. "It is happening," Ve said with an eager, almost fanatic gleam in his eyes. "Finally, the dimensions are connected. Now, we can enter and see the residen

He added. "Believe whatever you want but do not provoke me any further Darken." Mari said, trying to control her anger. "What promises did River make to you that you are concealing his or her identity? Who is River and what gender is River? I know you know." King Darken asked. He knows Mari knows the whereabouts of River but is beating around the bush. Hissing loudly, "I have other things to do rather than listening to your blabbing. Leave my house now Draken or you shall leave here with a broken nose, don't bring out the old Mari in me for you won't like what I would do to you."

The elf always seemed behind Troy when it came to spell usages and formulas so he is brushing up on his skills. Troy finds himself on the ridge of the barracks. He comes to a spot that he has known about for some time not. Both of his hands grip at the railing while his scarlet hues leer upon the view he has. With the open air, he had a view of the coming darkness among the skyline. The perception of such is not a big deal to anyone but to see light become darkness is a big deal to someone who only lived within Ny’Thal, the country of darkness. Everynight once in the day he would always find himself here to watch the shifting skies to shift from the depths of the light in the void of darknes