A River Runs Through It Novels & Stories

I was running with the river as it flowed down stream. “I don’t know! Rivers usually boarder wolf packs, declaring where one pack ends, and one begins. Chances are we would end up in another territory. But at least we would have a chance to sneak through it.” At this point I don’t think she was talking to me but to herself.

I say to myself, and I fling myself from my second story window. The force of me hitting the ground causes more noise than I expected and my ankle twists awkwardly under my weight. “Run!” River sounds off in my head and without looking back I run into the forest, my ankle burning in pain with each hit to the ground. “You just need to make it to the cover of the forest,” River cheers me on in my head. “Once there I can take over.”

But I liked that proximity and how he didn’t let such an important moment for us turn awkward because of our wolves’ desperation. “Ria means river. River that keeps flowing no matter what’s in front of it. It overcomes every obstacle. If a path is blocked, it carves an alternative path. If there’s a boulder in front of it, it smashes through it or just gently passes by. It always carries destructive power, but still nurtures life by giving its everything. River keeps flowing. It keeps crossing all limits, all barriers to unite with the sea that is its destiny. I will keep flowing too until I meet my destiny. I promise…”

He yells as he turns back and runs. We shift and run through the streets. Wes links River. ‘River?! There’s a new player on the field and he’s fucking pissed!’ ‘What?! What did you do?!’ He linked back. As we run through the streets, Kay-Os is snapping red wolves in half and tossing them like garbage. Can’t really disagree. River is at the head the pack of soldiers running down the main street. ‘Who the hell is that?’ He skids to a stop as we join him.

"I don't know, Dad. What?" He started chuckling before he even got the answer out. "A River runs through it," he said, doubling over and slapping his thigh. Ellie laughed because he was laughing, but she didn't get it. She knew that River was running through the forest, but that was it. "I'm gonna need an explanation, Dad." "You know? The movie? A River Runs Through It?" Ellie rolled her eyes and gave him a playful shove. She was pretty sure she'd never heard of that movie, but if it made her dad happy, it made her happy. She couldn't help but laugh because he was.

I understood too late. The trees ended so suddenly that I nearly ran straight off the edge. I threw myself backward and landed on my seat in the pine needles with my boots hanging over nothing. A ravine. Forty feet down, maybe more. At the bottom roared the Greyrun River, black and white and furious with snowmelt, smashing itself to foam against the rocks. Nobody swam the Greyrun in spring. Every child in Silvercrest knew that. Every year somebody's cousin or somebody's uncle forgot, and every year the river kept them.

I looked at Livia frantically. "Did you get through?" I whispered to her. She just shushed me as she started the bath running. I helped clean her wounds as the bath ran and the room steamed up. "They can hear us. Trust me." she wrote in the fogged mirror once her wounds were cleaned.

River turns to Zeke as Zeke motions to come to where we are. Fuck. I didn't think about the fact that River would obviously be with them. Damn it. River nods, turns to his girl and the two run out of the water. He stops and crouches and she jumps on his back. Gross. The two run to where we are. He looks to Blade. "You find a spot?" The girl on his back is nuzzling his neck and fondling his chest. I think I'm going to be sick.

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.

His promises to me were as fragile as bubbles, vanishing into thin air. When I was ten, the River family adopted me. My father and Rowan's dad, Patrick River, had been good friends. When my father was diagnosed with cancer, he entrusted me to Patrick before he passed. When I first arrived at the Rivers household, everyone except Patrick was cold to me. Since I was adopted, the maids and even Rowan's mother thought it was unnecessary to show me any respect. I had to tiptoe around, just trying to survive in that house.