A River Runs Through It Novels & Stories

not at his hands… not rescuing me. Zanthe follows her nose, identifying the layers of Samuels’ and Levi’s scents in the area, and soon the river materialises in the moonlight, a ribbon of water winding through the rocky terrain. The trees are thinning as we approach, and before the river lies a clear expanse of rock, with several large formations nearby.

"Uhm sometimes, the Alpha overworks us." "I don't think i like our Alpha very much," Ro huffed. "No, i mean i overwork myself too much. Appreciate the alpha, he's a great person," he said quickly, making Ro look at him skeptically. "So you found the river at the library?" he continued speaking. "I read about it there. The river is the only place that comes from the Artemis waterfalls. I heard that place is beautiful," Ro sighed. "It is," he replied absentmindedly. "Hmm how do you know?"

I started with a map, crossing the dots for the nearest river and after finding it, I was overjoyed. I desperately need the water, no. I am craving it. My hands are still trembling as I sneak through the hallway, careful not to get caught on the cameras. After doing this for so many days; I have quite become a pro. I go through the courtyard as I slip past the gate that guards the north river.

They entered the gate and the witch disappeared, leaving just the four of them. At first, they were confused about what route to follow but with the help of the map they had with them, they found their way to the Live river. It was a big river with an invisible bridge. You will have to pass a test before you can cross. They stared at each other wondering what their test would be. "Ariana, do you have any idea, what the test will be?" Jamal asked

My knees nearly buckle with relief. The howl rises again, faint but clear. This time it’s nearer. My throat tightens. “I’m here,” I whisper, though my voice is too soft to carry. “I’m coming.” The air thickens with light and sound. The river widens, glittering so bright it hurts. I wade through a shallow stretch, cold water climbing my calves, pulling at my clothes. My breath fogs in the sunlight, and I remember what it felt like to run beside them—wind in fur, laughter through the bond. Aria hums, remembering too. They never stopped running toward you.

Though I supposed most people didn’t go around talking about their favorite rivers either. “It’s just so big,” I said, glancing out at the rapids surging over rocks and under fallen logs. “It’s powerful, not because of its force but because of its persistence. A single drop might not move a pebble, but a river over centuries can carve out canyons not even a werewolf can cross.” I spooned a little of the salmon mousse into my mouth, savoring the rich flavors.

The last thing I need is an argument with my father while still just in reach to be pulled back and beaten. [Yes sir.] I reply once calm enough. My body shakes with anger and rage as I role down the window to allow the familiar scent of trees, dirt and foliage to calm me. An angry wolf at The Run is a dangerous wolf and I have witnessed one to many deaths caused by a stupid Theta or Warrior instigating a pissed off Alpha or Beta to look tough in front of the she wolves until blood is splattered and screams of panic resounds around the clearing. With the pack situated in the norther part of Ontario, My eyes flicker to the dash board and I press harder on the gas after realising I may be late.

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.

CORALINA'S POV The scent of the lowlands rises to meet us like a breath from a tomb. As the mountain path flattens into the soggy marshes of the valley floor, the crisp, pure ozone of the high peaks is choked out by the heavy smell of stale mud, rotted river reeds, and the distinct, burning chemical bite of old-world technology. The River of Bones cuts through the landscape like a jagged black ribbon, its dark waters swollen by the spring melt, rushing violently over the limestone deposits that give it its name.

Her scent is everywhere soft perfume, shampoo, maybe something floral. I drive. I don’t know where I’m going, only that I need to get away. Far away. I can’t be caught with her. I can’t explain this. No one would believe me. Then, like a whisper from the universe, I remember the river. It runs through the woods, just past the highway, maybe fifteen minutes out. Quiet. Hidden. No lights. No cameras. No witnesses.