Autumn Rivers Novels & Stories

“He was a kid, too.” Richard clenched his teeth, and started pulling his sweatshirt over his head. “What are you doing?” Tommy said. “Where do you think you’re going?” “Into the river. To find a cage.” “The hell you are. You know how strong these currents move? And the silt?” “Just let me do this, all right, Tom? I’m not helpless you know.” He went on yanking his arms out of the sleeves until he felt Truitt’s hand on his chest.

"Don't be." Thomas fell silent and crouched down near the river, splashing his face. The cool water slipped between his lips and made him shudder. It tasted so pure, soothing his raw throat and refreshing his skin. Even though the water met the sea, it had no taste of salt or any rot that the brine carried.

It was going to be a long shot, but it was worth the try. Aishatu and I went to Bida Ruwa settlement in Buchum. With the help of Ruhun Ruwa, we were able to heal the rivers there, and I was able to heal the people and their farmlands. The people were overjoyed. Most of them threw out their Aljanan daji altars and ornament, while I believed some of them secretly held on to them out of fear. I knew we needed more people on our side, and at the pace I was going, it would take a long time to get the support needed. The Sarki had to get involved for my plan to work, and I knew it had to be sooner than later.

Mia liked her reflection in the mirror that was even unrecognizable because of the added makeup. There was already a car that had come to pick her up. At first she was sad Luca didn't come himself but when the driver told her he was creating a surprise date for her, her hear fell at ease. The driver drove for close to an hour till they had reached a river with boats in it. He dropped her and directed her so she could walk the miles on her own. She kept looking around for the man she was supposed to meet here. "Lady in red, you must be Miss..._"

The lady said sadly as she made some water splashes with the oars. Then, she said, “Since you’ve gotten in, you won’t be able to get out now for sure. I’ll take you back to our place. My people will welcome you very much! Oh right, my name is Shado Rivers. What’s your name?” “Alex Rockefeller. This is my daughter. You can call her Bubbles.” Since Alex could not get out nor stay in this position all the time, he could only follow Shado Rivers back. “She’s so cute. Can I hold her?”

“No wonder those two decided they needed another activity to keep themselves warm.” Rain couldn’t help but chuckle. “Why is it so cold?” She would’ve thought that time of year the water would’ve been warmer since the temperatures outside weren’t so low. “Maybe the rain cooled it off,” Adam offered. “Or maybe there’s an underground spring nearby.” He seemed to know a lot about weather and rivers for someone who’d never been outside in his life up until a few days ago. Rain kept her thoughts to herself, though, concentrating on getting herself clean, rather than conversing with the attractive naked man a few steps away from her. Every once in a while, her eyes shot over to him of their own acc

Azraiel pushes his legs to run faster as he tread through the wild forests of Rysterbia. He was in the Royal library when he received Ayleen's call. The sheer amount of panic he experienced when she told him that Charlotte is in heat was nothing like he has ever experienced before.

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.

, complete with chapter titles: River Witch A Supernatural Thriller in Six Chapters Chapter 1: The Drowning Season Every year in the small riverside village of Elowen, someone drowns when the mist rolls thick and the willows drip silver dew. It’s tradition not to speak of the dead. Evelyn Blake returns home after fifteen years away, inheriting her estranged grandmother’s broken-down cottage by the river. The locals greet her with silence and sidelong glances. At night, she hears whispers in the water.

Before I could say another word, the line disconnected, leaving behind nothing but the hollow beeping tone. The cold grew sharper and sharper, carving straight into my bones. Gritting my teeth, I pulled the blanket tighter around myself. Suddenly, my phone lit up with a notification. I turned my head slightly and saw that Morgan had just updated his social media. In the photo, he wore nothing but a thin short-sleeved shirt with a popsicle hanging from his mouth. 'So lucky Ms. Sheffield brought me a generator, or I would have frozen tonight too.' I stared at the picture for a long time.