Arden River Novels & Stories

Revira crawled closer, touching Ardan's cheek, which now felt cool, no longer burning hot. "Thank God," Revira sobbed, kissing Ardan's small hand. Eldric stood beside them, wiping his hands on a cloth. However, his eyes were not on Ardan. They were on Revira. Or, more precisely, on the river water around Revira's feet. Rakar followed Eldric's gaze and frowned. The Avariel River water usually reacted to intruders by rejecting them—creating rough ripples or even burning the skin if the person harbored ill intent. But around Revira's feet, the water was... calm.

I muttered and rose to follow. The mansion was bigger than I’d imagined, it was almost endless. She led me to a training ground where wolves tore into each other violently. I winced as one fighter’s arm bent then snapped back into place like nothing happened. “And this..” Arya gestured toward a wide river glinting beneath the morning light, “..is the River of Healings. Or it used to be. This river doesn’t heal a damn thing anymore.” “Why?” I asked, drawn to the water’s stillness.

"Why are you out here? Where's Eli? Are there any patrols with you? You know it's not safe." Ava whined in response. "Let me get you one of my t-shirts to change into." Ethan walked around to the trunk and grabbed a white t-shirt from his luggage and then handed it to Ava, who grabbed it in her muzzle and jogged lightly behind a tree to shift and get changed. The t-shirt hung loosely on Riley like a dress. She quietly walked out from behind the tree with her head hung low, "Thanks, Ethan." "Do you need a ride?" "That would be great. Where's Penelope?"

Chapter 3 – Ravina POV AThe pervert The warm water eased my sore muscles as I leaned back in the bathtub, releasing a slow breath. The tension in my body would not leave completely, but this was as relaxed as I'd been since arriving in this pack. I closed my eyes, reaching out through the mind-link. Anna, can you hear me? A minute later, my head was filled with her voice. I'm here. How are you? "Exhausted. Irritated. Something about this place feels. wrong," I admitted. "Are they treating you nicely?"

Finally, after almost forever, we reached the river and my legs were already aching and my hair clung to my neck from sweat. But when the trees parted and the view opened up, I stopped in my tracks. The Aidan River glinted under the noon sun, its wide stretch of water running clear, reflecting the sky. The current was steady but calm, with rocks scattered along the banks and green moss climbing their edges. "Whoa," Maxine breathed while stepping forward with her hands on her knees. "Okay, fine. This is worth the torture."

] he added. I froze. My eyes dropped to the banana leaves on the ground. Grandma was a body retriever. She dealt with corpses every single day. Before I could process it, Grandma urged me to hurry. With her beside me, I felt a little less afraid. Soon, we reached the Sorrowmere River. Grandma walked around for a while, muttering under her breath. After about ten minutes, she marked a spot on the ground. "Here. Elaine, help me dig."

Arnold’s beast immediately stilled at the sight. Dangerously still. Because even exhausted and covered in dirt from training, Irene somehow looked unfairly beautiful to him. He approached her slowly before nudging lightly against her side. Then he shifted back too. “Come on,” Arnold said softly after returning to human form. He pointed deeper into the forest. “There’s a river nearby. We can wash there.” Irene closed her eyes briefly and listened. Sure enough, she could hear water flowing faintly nearby beneath the sounds of the forest. Honestly, the idea sounded perfect.

, Lena said to Dawn, a couple of hours later, pushing away the file she’d been skimming through “all these words are starting to blur together” “Theres no need”, Dawn said looking up from the page she had been reading “I know where Mathew Drummond is buried”. “Where?” Lena asked, leaning over to read the paper. “’Ravenhill Cemetery’”, Dawn read aloud “’In a grave marked with his initials MD’”. “That’s it?” Lena questioned “there aren’t any other markings or writing on it?” “I’m afraid not”, Dawn answered. She looked up at her friend “you didn’t think it was going to be easy, did you?” she teased.

“We’ll help you.” “Yeah,” Ryder agreed. “We can teach you, or find something for you to float on.” “Tha’s assuming we can even find a river.” Riley pointed out, looking around the dense forest. They were so deep in the wood that the canopy was blocking out the sun completely, and no matter which direction she turned, there was simply a sea of trees as far as the eye could see. She cocked her ears, listening for any signs or sounds of flowing water, and eventually caught the babbling of a distant brook.