A River Runs Through It Novels & Stories

Not the still of receiving — the still of a hand that is receiving too much to know where to begin. "I can't," he says, on the second day. We are at the river, which runs through the city's centre in the way of a river that has always been there rather than one that was incorporated into a plan. The water is dark from the stone. The light on it is the specific amber of Mireth's valley at this hour — different from Caldenveil's amber, warmer in the specific way of a valley that holds heat differently from a ridge. "Can't?" I say.

“Wild River.” Jake made a movement with his hand to beckon Rune closer to us. If we were about to talk about how Alpha Markus ravaged her pack, it was better to hear it from the one that survived it. “I heard about that,” Alpha Zane said, nodding his head towards Rune in understanding. “I thought there were no survivors.” “Four people barely made it out alive. Two adolescent pack members, my pup and I.” Rune admitted. “It was awful.”

Beyond it was a river. Serra dashed towards it, passing through the rocky trail. She dropped the oil canister, torch and the match on the river bank and head down into the water. The river was the complete opposite of the one they have in Sirka village. It was wide and huge, and the water was angry and loud. The water was clear and clean.

I wasn’t expecting that. We’re moving fast. Sticks break and leaves are crushed under our feet as we run through the trees. The sound of our escape makes the animals scatter and scarper. The trees are becoming sparse, meaning we have to cross open land. Glances over my shoulder, tell me that there’s nobody in pursuit of us yet. Jasper will hold his ground well and buy us the time we need. I spy a gem-blue stream in the forest. It’s seeping and dribbling as it swerves through the trees. It jumps for joy over the timeworn rocks. I heard once that rivers are the arteries of the forest.

River asks “You just have to imagine a wall or something solid to stop your thoughts from being heard” Realm tells her. River tries to think of a wall and imagines the one that surrounds her house. “Okay done!” she says. She hears something that sounds very close to a laugh from Realm. “Solid! The one you imagined is half a wall and half iron railing” Realm tells her. “Ah,yes, got it solid, as in Fort Knocks” River answers imagining a thick wall with huge iron locks securing it.

He screams behind me as I try to make my way past the entrance of the cave. “You are sick.” I scream running, I don’t see any other way to use, so I run across the river, it’s more of a stream. I want to drink water so badly but if I stop, he will catch me. And I don’t know what he will do to me if he does.

They walked over the fields around the mountain, coming up to a wide river. The river led to the Meiko River, which led to the ocean and the rest of the world. These illegal trades would usually happen through these passageways, spreading to the entire world. There was a boat that stopped by the river.

“But what does it mean?” She kept walking, waiting for the dream to reveal itself, and then it did, and her heart plummeted. Through the trees was the familiar whisper of water. Not the soft wash of wave on shore, but the rush of a current brushing against the bank and gurgling away. The river. And not just any river. Through the trees, the familiar arch of the train bridge, draped now in greenery that dangled to the waters below in teasing tendrils. Havermouth. She was in Havermouth.

he says. At first, I don't see anything, but then I spot it. Through the trees, I can see a river glimmering in the moonlight. "Let's go!" Alec says, and we break into a run. Something isn't right, though. We keep running forward, but the river doesn't get any closer. It's like it's a mirage that we never reach. When we duck around a massive tree and come around the other side, the river has disappeared. Just like that.

Up ahead, the heavy rushing sound of water filled my ears. The Raven River. It was the border line. Beyond the dark, raging water lay The Deadwoods, a lawless, toxic neutral territory where no single pack held control. A place where outcasts, rogues, and dangerous things went to disappear. I didn't slow down. I threw myself straight off the muddy bank, plunging into the freezing, violent river. The cold water hit my burning skin like a shock, but I kicked with all my strength, fighting the heavy current as arrows whistled through the dark air above my head, splashing into the water around me.