A River Runs Through It Novels & Stories

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

My heart immediately dropped to the floor. The sight before me was nothing short of terrifying. An angry torrent of water churned angrily between jagged rocks, the current moving so fast it blurred. Sharp stones jutted from beneath the surface, and the air was thick with the scent of what was about to happen. The older people call it “The River of Souls.” It takes more than your body—it takes a piece of your soul, the elders would say and now I see why.

*River* The air crackles with an energy I can hardly describe, a palpable force that thrums beneath my skin as we march toward the royal city. I feel it coursing through me, a powerful current that both exhilarates and unnerves me. It’s strange, this newfound energy, as if the storm that raged just moments ago has settled within me, transforming chaos into clarity. The electricity sparks at my fingertips, and I can’t help but wonder what it truly means, if I will forever have this new power.

Chapter 117: The Rotten Sluice The Oakhaven river did not flow with the clean, icy rush of the high fjords; it wallowed through its stone channel like a dying beast, thick with the gray silt of the lowland flats and the chemical bile of the mountain runoff.

The water beating down on his body soothing his tired muscles. His eyes were still open despite the rushing water, and his fist packed a handful of his hair. Red eyes gleamed in the dark bathroom. He could hear the men talking just outside the door, waiting for his command, but all that came to his mind was... "Maya," he muttered in the water. He knew it was happening again, just as Derinem had warned. He couldn't stop his obsession. The obsession he wanted an escape from The water dripped from his hair down to his body as he grabbed a towel, burying his face and hair in it before wrapping it around his waist.

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.

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.

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.

I kept walking, not even glancing back as she ran after me in tears. However, the bustling streets stood between us, and she could never get close again. Frank's gravestone lay in the countryside, where he once spent his happiest days. That was where he wanted to rest. I took the peace amulet that Frank used to wear and tucked it into my bag. As I got on the plane, I held onto the amulet tightly and drifted off to sleep. Frank was in my dream, just as I remembered him, with a smile on his face. He said, "Dad, thank you."

As he talked, I could feel it in my bones, "There's one thing that you should never, ever do! The River Levavin runs through the middle of the valley. DO NOT TOUCH THE RIVER WATER OR GO ANYWHERE NEAR IT, NO MATTER WHAT." I opened my mouth to ask him why he told me not to do it, but by the time I said the first word, his horse had already charged toward the mountains, and he was galloping through the snow. I looked at Amoux, who was still with us and still standing. "Why is the river doing that?" I asked him. "Don't touch it at all. How hard is it to understand?" He fired back and then charged forward, too. "Do you want me to sneak into his tent at night and beat his behind?" Atti made a move