Arden River Novels & Stories

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

said Barack giving Ajoba a copy as he collect it. He also gave his daughter Catherine who look at the picture as she walks with Jessica to the car. meanwhile....... The Beach The merman swim out of the water, naked after transformation, they seems new to the environment. one of them with a long golden Trident, as the trend on the sores. They met with a local Fisher man who is about going fishing. "Hey how may I help you." he asked The trident merman speared the Fisher man and point to the clothes, his naked followers glances at the cloth, which sent a message to them they need to find more.

her best friend calls her attention. She reverses her eyes with a smile on Erikka. “Yes?” “This is Ranold, I met him a few times already and he makes drinks up to its price! Ranold, this is Ara, the sweetest and only best friend I always mention to you.” “Nice to meet you,” smiles Ronald. “Likewise,” Ara smiled back politely.

She knew it would be even more beautiful at other times of the year. The recent storm had swollen the stream. In some places it bounced furiously down the rock, sending small splashes of white into the air; in others it gathered into clear pools, where the eddying currents carried dead leaves and other detritus around in spiraling dances. It should have been cold sitting here exposed to the chill breeze, but not with Rave beside her. His heat seemed to seep into the rock, warming her seat almost as if she was sitting on a heated pad. “That's the Moodus River down there,” Rave said. “A mile or so downstream, it flows into the Salmon River. We're not too far from the infamous noises that had y

The cold rays of the moon peeked through the spine leaves of BlackIris forest. BlackIris, an impenetrable forest known for its darkness along with the buried secrets imbibed in it. A quiet and soothing river named Fairy Tears that stream in the heart of the forest functions as a wood barrier between two natural elevations Ardna Chirig and Ayruzglow.

Taking in a sharp breath, he sat down on the bed of the brook and watched the water flowing around him. As the black heavens kept a watch with its eyes in the form of stars over the jungle, the brook flowed onwards to meet her destiny… the ocean. The brook chattered around him, carrying leaves that became boats and twigs. Feeling a little better, Ryder closed his eyes and then submerged in the water. Minutes later, he felt small fish gathering around his wounds, peeling away the abraded skin, removing the thorns and tickling his skin. He relaxed a great deal. When he came out, he smoothed his hair back, as his shoulder and back muscles rippled under his skin. Ryder walked out of the brook. H

After the jostle in the car, he finally halted the car in front of a huge building in the woodland. No one would imagine the building was there except they were too curious. It's actually a sanctuary home which Raven had built for refugees that were attacked in a remote town by the werewolves or any places they had escaped from. They were able to get treatments and free food to survive on while most of them seemed to have their sons work with Raven since she was their life saver. Even females were volunteers for this kind of job.

"Or are you telling me to prepare all the tools that aren't here yet?" "Ava will do it. You'd better sit on that rock and watch. Don't overwork yourself." Rena shook her head and took the bucket from her brother's hand. "I'd better get water from the river to pour it over the tent so it won't be too hot when it's occupied tonight." Zach, who heard that shuddered. He had already felt the cold air blowing, then why did Rena feel otherwise? *** Rena grumbled as she approached the river, which had a slightly heavy current due to last night's rain, even though the river only had a width of no more than ten meters.

Not even the moon that fell too close to the earth, staying just few centimeters above the top of the trees, following his every movement. Through sleepy red eyes and heavy steps, Cory made his way to the river, washing his face. Just behind him, there was a rustle in the bushes. He payed no attention to it, looking deeply into the water. The moon shimmered in the water, sending silver ripples through the entire river. But there was something else.

He took Shaw Woods Road, winding his way through a deep and heavily forested area named after one of the original village’s stalwart founding fathers. Blackwater Valley was actually part of the Rock River Valley, the so-christened Rock having dug its own mighty course directly through this prairie region, twisting and flowing southwesterly for 150-some miles before emptying into the fabled Mississippi River. The small town lay nestled within a slight lowland depression—as if hiding here in the middle of the heartland amongst the rolling hills and fields of corn—which often kept it slightly cooler, in both winter and in summer, than any of its outlying environs. Farther south were farming ham