Arden River Novels & Stories

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.

The long-eared beast just kept on chewing what Rena offered her. "Then you wait here Rena. Don't go to the river, it's dangerous!" "You've told me a thousand times, in case you forgot." Rena carried the white furry animal. In fact, she really wanted to take a bath on the river bank, moreover her brother Ben always invited her even though it was just an empty offer. Rena looked ahead to see the flow of the Rhine which was quite far from her yard. The longest river that crosses several European countries.

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

“I hope you see that.” Aria stirred, her small palm pressing against my chest, as if answering. Later in the afternoon, when the heat grew heavier and the camp settled into a lull, I made a decision. The river. It lay a short walk from the clearing, winding through smooth stones and tall grasses. Clean. Cold. Safe. I changed Aria into a light wrap, securing her carefully against me, and headed out alone. The path was narrow but familiar. I’d scouted it myself when choosing this land. Birds scattered as I passed, and the scent of water grew stronger with each step.

Unexpectedly, Annabelle pushed Diana until she fell into the lake. The sound of objects falling into the water was so loud that it startled the parents as well. They ran to their children. Meanwhile, Darren had thrown himself into the lake to save Diana. Diana couldn't swim, she was afraid of the quiet water because it made her feel like she could be drawn in. Some water had already entered Diana's mouth but before she completely drowned, Darren managed to grab her body. Darren swam to the edge while hugging Diana's body from the side to ensure that Diana was safe with him.