A River Runs Through It Novels & Stories

There was no one to blame but him. _________ Day 2 River woke up early that morning. She had cried almost the entire night. Her heart was still freshly wounded. She wanted to call Erica, but she never memorized her number, only her Father’s, and for important reasons. Hours passed. She stopped for gas and food and kept riding. She was in Nebraska, close to getting to the South Dakota state line. It was all beautiful. Except for the cornfields. She realized she would never want to see another corn field in a long time.

The crimson glow from the compass flickered in Jim’s palm, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat with a restless rhythm. They pressed onward through layers of soil and stone until a distant murmur reached their ears. “A river,” Alia said first, lifting her gaze. Before them, the passage suddenly widened. A subterranean river wound its way through the dimness, its rippling surface catching the faintest gleam of light—like a dream teetering on the edge of unease. Following the compass’s direction, Jim walked steadily forward, his eyes fixed on the trembling needle. The two stepped carefully over slick stones, moving along the riverbank. The sound of rushing water grew louder, the air colder, as if

River, now Selene, joined in, her voice blending with Thane's in perfect harmony. Together, they took off, racing through the forest with abandon. The trees blurred around them, and the wind rushed past their faces. They felt alive, free, and unstoppable. As they ran, they chased after rabbits, squirrels, and even the occasional deer. They played and frolicked, their paws padding against the earth. But as they ran, they also stumbled and tripped. Thane's paws got tangled in a bush, and he face-planted into a nearby mud pit. River couldn't help but laugh, her tail wagging furiously as she tried to stifle her giggles.

I said to her. “We are taught to stay away from the river so we don't get spotted and killed by a Dark Wolf clan,” I said. Donae shook her head. “That's probably a stipulation Yomen put to make you guys afraid of leaving your pack. You realize the truth. I should know, my mother left.” “Also,” she continued, “the River Tangen runs through all the shifter land. It flows from Visteria down to Lucid Lands, then Eucharia and peaks here in Wisteria. There's a waterfall.” Excitement shone in her eyes.

Her life depends on her escape! After racing through the dense undergrowth, she arrives at a clearing where a vast river flows. Without a moment's hesitation, she plunges into the water—it is her only route to freedom. Unversed in swimming, she clings desperately to a log that materialises in the tumultuous current. The voices of her pursuers echo in the distance; she propels herself with her feet, the current sweeping her along with formidable speed.

“You saw how it nearly swallowed her. If it ever wants more—” “It doesn’t want,” Ava interrupted, though her voice faltered. She looked at the veins, remembering the flood of power, the way it had clawed through her body. “It is. A river doesn’t want. It just runs. And now… it’s running through all of us.” Silas’s jaw tightened. He touched her shoulder, grounding her. “Then we’ll learn to carry it. Together.”

At the water that had been running there all along, hidden in the cracks, threading through the rust and the weeds, the ancient river that had carved this valley before the depot was built, before the trains were dreamed, before the dark country had learned to call itself by any name. "The river," the conductor said. "It is the first road. Older than the fog, older than the tempest, older than the Chain. It flows beneath the valley, and it flows beneath the living world, and it is the only threshold that moves in both directions." "Then I can walk it." "You can drown in it. The river does not distinguish between crossing and surrender. It takes what you give it, and it gives nothing back wit

She would not have entered if something had not called her in. The valley was beautiful. It was lush and green, with a river running through it and flowers blooming everywhere. But it was also silent. There were no people. There were no animals. There was no sound but the wind and the water. It was a place that had been forgotten by the world. It was a place that was waiting to be remembered.

The Faded Dreams water carried her straight to the other side and with one final shove, pushed her right onto the bank, spluttering and coughing up the sweet water. She scrambled to her feet, slipping on the wet dirt bank. Once she regained her balance she took off running. The voice had grown fainter now as though it was losing strength. Oh no, she thought, am I too late? She quickened her pace. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She was panting now. Her legs felt as though they were about to give out on her but she could not stop running. She had to get to him. She pushed forwards. The trees on this side of the bank were not the beautiful dew-covered mossy ones that thrived on the other

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.