A River In Darkness Novels & Stories

Thalia’s POV The river waited for me like a beast holding its breath. It was stretched wide and endless, cloaked in silver mist and shadows that moved too slowly with the wind. Rocks jutted from the banks like broken teeth, and the water beneath was dark. Not clear. Not blue, Just…dark. The kind of dark that felt sentient. The Devil’s Cleft. That’s what Rorik called it. He mentioned that the river was cursed. It held strange creatures and danger seemed to make it his abode.

River Black River held the candelabra in her hand, holding it aloft, looking around the huge room. It was so big, it dwarfed her living room back at her parents’ house. Everything was draped in white cloth and for a moment, she felt lost in that room too. It had no windwos and seemed to be below ground, in a basement level, though she wasn’t entirely sure. It had been a disorientating walk in the dark mansion. River hoped it was nicer during the day. Less confusing. In truth, she hoped that when she woke up, she’d be inside her tent, safe and sound and all this would be a strange dream.

The girl threw herself off the bridge, her white dress billowing like a butterfly with broken wings. The foam disappeared into the river. In the crowded traffic on the bridge, the busy night scene mixed with the tired eyes of people returning home, leaving only the white figure behind. The waning moon hung blood red in the dark sky like a theatrical curtain. The bat wings twisted and turned, creating a dark and eerie dance. Parker looked down at the gloomy river, where passing cars' headlights flickered briefly before disappearing. The water was black and cold, giving the impression of staring into an abyss without a bottom.

After all I have been through, this is how it ends, with me walking into the light at the end of the tunnel. “We cannot stay in the darkness forever,” River’s beautiful voice rings through the darkness. I feel something brush against my side. I to my side and see River standing beside me, her silver fur shimmering brightly in the light. Wrapping my arms around her neck, I sob silently into her fur. For a moment she just lets me hold her and cry.

"No, no, no, you really aren't." The black mist surged, trying to quell the man's icy demeanor. The man, however, did not think much of it and opened his arms, lying down towards the incredibly quiet Dark River behind him. That was the deepest part of hell. He has always been reckless and unruly. When he looked up, not a single spirit had just come up to disturb him. Those desires that were originally surging out as soon as he entered the Dark River, scattered and fled before they could even touch him.

I surfaced, gasping, coughing, searching. Elena. Mamá. Marco. They were gone. The fragments were gone. The pier was empty, frost melting into the boards. Only the hook remained, pulling me down. I dove. The river was black, thick as oil, lightless. My hands found nothing. No bodies. No debris. Just the hook, colder now, sharper, dragging me deeper. My lungs burned. Vision tunneled. Pressure crushed my ears. Then I saw it. A light. Red.

“Which way to go?” Eka onyx stares into Roy’s grey pupils. “The closer one” he replied indifferently * * * In the meantime… Rina felt a tumultuous pain in her chest, the next thing she knew was darkness engulfed her vision. She is awakened in the barren desert where she meets her twin once more, Lydia the seducer of men. Lydia is used to the vulgar nickname Rina gives her, her host was never into her anyway.

I love you. From Yveon Sid Valtazar. She closed her eyes and suddenly collapsed from what she read. Sarah and Daya screamed, attending to her immediately as they rushed her to the hospital. - "From what I can see, the doctors in your world can't determine your condition, can they?" asked the woman in black. Her eyes immediately widened and she immediately nodded. "You're right, how did you know?"

He can't see where they're pointing because the area is very covered, so he walks first and comes across a drowning child. He dashed down the hill, seeing Aminah, who was swimming toward the child. They're both sinking in the time he looks at them. “What the” Bram jumped into the water right away and rescued the child. Fortunately, one of their employees arrived and assisted in reviving the child. Bram jumped into the water once more and saw the helpless Aminah closing her eyes. The light from above illuminated Aminah, who had already been engulfed by the water, making her shine and allowing Bram to see her in the depths of it.

The tree tops are thickly clustered and unmoving, soaked in unnatural darkness with a shimmering thin line cutting my territory in a zig-zag pattern from the territory of the Were-beings; the Bracken River. The length of the river serves as a demarcation, separating the Western and Northern parts of Wisterne from the Eastern and Southern lands. I descend, dropping as swiftly and quietly as a pin, landing ever stealthily on the dirt ground of the dark forest. I don’t distill the quietude, picking my feet in habitual silence when I stop on the detection of something. “Come forth and report yourselves.” I give a resonating command, holding my position of authority. Rustles ensue all around in t