Arden River Novels & Stories

Charr said frowning and craning his neck trying to see over the trees without luck. ‘Fafnir, any ideas?’ Rex said. “If memory serves me right, other side of these woods was a river that travelled all the way past Ragnar’s Mountains and through to a river town called Delta. See if you can hear running water or smell it. Same way before, slowly breath and force your ears to listen, your nose should follow suit.’

Maybe if she could at least walk she would see how well she was doing. I rounded the car and slid into the driver's seat. The moment I turned the ignition the song 'Ocean Drive' by Duke Dumont began blaring through the speakers. I watched in awe as Odette's lips gradually kicked up into a toothy grin before she began mouthing the lyrics. By the time I pulled out of the parking lot and decided to head to the closest drive-through, Odette was full-on singing to the music.

BINTA I lived on a remote island on the coast of Lafiya called Rayuwa. Lafiya is a country made up of four states. Fili State, Ruwa State, Gona State and Daji state. Rayuwa is part of Daji State, and the capital of Daji is Duniya. The proximity of Rayuwa to Duniya is near. Lafiya is a developed country, but although Rayuwa is a part of Lafiya, it lacks civilisation, and because of this, it serves as a tourist attraction for Lafiya, generating millions in revenue. In Rayuwa, there were no schools, no electricity, or water supply. People usually fetched water from the streams or dug wells in their compounds. The lack of civilisation made it impossible for us to access proper medical care, and

A single feather from a bird not seen in Nsia for a hundred years. The river is still giving back.

Alina is born premature. Due to her weak state as a baby she is ordered to be executed and left in the past while her alpha father replaces her with another baby. An omega saves her life and runs away choosing the rogue life for her safety. Years pass by and soon she is spotted by her brother. However neither one knows they are related. He sees her wolf form and knows she is a healer wolf something that could only happen in a purebred family. A family like his. This throws her into a whole different world where she is forced to marry the alpha king to manipulate her to give her everything to eve to make him happy. Slowly draining her of life. After almost loosing her wolf while healing eve.

Tell me that's a river, please. Tarice smiled, his face flushed with relief. It sounds that way. Let's investigate. They made their way through the trees and came out at the bank of a big, swift-moving river. As it meandered through the forest, the shimmering water glistened in the sunlight. After lowering her backpack, Maren crouched down at the water's edge and drank from her cupped hands. "Oh, I'm really grateful. I was beginning to doubt that we would ever find water.

"Aria, I don't want you to die. Please..." Her crying made my chest ache. My previously resigned acceptance began to waver. But what choice did I have? "Violet, marrying the river god is the fate of every woman in our village. There's no escaping it." Our village was called Riverbend, built along the water's edge. Legend said an ancient river god dwelled in its depths. To ensure good weather and abundant harvests, every 15th of the month, the village selected a young woman, dressed her in red, and sent her into the river to consummate a union with the god. The village called this the offering.

According to Menian legend, it was said that the Narcoth army rode into battle against Raka on horses of tremendous size and stature. This did not enter Yvayn’s mind when he rounded a corner and came face to face with such a beast. His wanderings had taken him deep into the high mountains and farther to the East. He was nearing the Mondo River once again. The Mondo served as a division between Semia and Menia as it ran through the Relp Mountains, but it was not a border in the high mountains of Old Narcothia. The Mondo of this region was a wild, ravaging river that was continuously winding and bounding over great rocks and cliffs in its rough-cut bed.

Seated on a mat by the river, we listened as a pandit chanted mantras from the sacred scriptures. As we stood by the riverbank, Aarya’s hands trembled slightly while she held the small urns. Taking a deep breath, she opened the lids, allowing their earthly remnants to be released into the river’s gentle current. Tears streamed down her face as the ashes mingled with the water, flowing downstream towards the horizon. Aarya closed her eyes and whispered a prayer, her voice carried away by the wind. And just like that, our loved ones became one with the river, forever intertwined with the ebb and flow of nature.

Not like she is angry that they don't call her, she just feels alone. The one friend she had was murdered in cold blood. She was lost in her thought that she didn't know they had already reached the River. She never saw anywhere like it. There was so many villagers swimming in the River. "Wow! She exclaimed. Marcus started laughing for he understands why she exclaimed the way she just did. The Canaboo River is one of the largest and the villagers always find a way to decorate it and make it more welcoming. "This place is amazing". She added.