Autumn Rivers Novels & Stories

Scarlet sat in the back of the small rowboat, rocking in the strong currents of the Hudson River, and wrapped her sweater tighter about her shoulders to ward off the cold breeze coming off the water. She had forgotten how cold the Hudson could be in November; she had also forgotten how strong the tides could be, and she braced herself against the spray, almost like waves in an ocean.

She walked in the evenings sometimes. Not the working walk — the other kind, the kind she'd learned from Rhett's Saturday ridge, the kind that had no destination and no purpose except the moving and the seeing. One evening in the second week of October she walked the creek path. The creek was lower than summer — the mountain melt was done, the water running at its autumn rate, clear and direct over the smooth stones. The trees above it were doing the specific thing that trees did at this point in the autumn, holding their color against the coming of the dark.

At the dining table, they worked out their coming itinerary as well. Henry had reserved a professional photography team from his company in advance. This was Walker Technology’s finest photography team, and they would be in charge of conducting this photoshoot for Autumn Field Group. The itinerary was for three days. The first day would be used to capture shots of the Autumn Field branded outfits with Snow as the model. The remaining two days would be to film a promotional video for Autumn Field’s brand. The shoot location would be at Riverdale Province’s Swampville City. Swampville City was the largest and most scenic tourism city in Riverdale Province.

When she finally reached the crest of a low hill, she gazed down at the place, it was beautiful and she wondered if Lucien also knew of this place but shrugged, "Maybe he didn't, he never mentioned it to me anyway" It was a placid mountain stream that slowly wends its way south and east until merging with the River before it flows into the ocean. Fed by springs higher up, the little stream starts cold but has warmed up slightly by the time it reaches her spot. The rivulet, which has no name she knows of, would have been too narrow and shallow for much more than wading but a pine tree fell across its course and more branches and other debris had become lodged in its limbs to form a sort of le

However, in that moment, a cold wave of fear crept up my spine. On that exact day last year… Someone really had died in that river.

"Me too, Ry. But they wouldn't want you to cry today. Go greet Gonzalo with a smile. He deserves that much.” River summoned up a weak smile and wiped away the remaining tears. She stood up and looked at her reflection with a soft gasp. Her Auburn hair was braided and adorned with tiny silver beads that cascaded down her back like a waterfall. The emerald dress hugged her curves perfectly, and her eyes sparkled with nervous excitement. "See?" Echo beamed. "You have Mama's curves and fire. Now go knock 'em dead." River laughed. “Don't worry, I'll be a perfect picture of omega charm." She hugged Echo goodbye.

There was time for that; I just had to learn to be patient. Finally, I think her wolf was slightly tired and slowed. I know my wolf was. Her wolf cuddled up next to mine as we basked in the moonlight. I could hear the river flowing close by. We were called the Lost River pack for a reason, the river flows underground, and nobody knows where it flows out. It was one of the many mysteries of this land.

“How would Autumn feel when she hears you want to become a Hunter?” She looked away, “she’ll understand.” “Or not,” I remarked. “Autumn feels guilty whenever she thinks about you getting wrapped in all this. More than ever she wishes you never knew about all these things BECAUSE it is dangerous!” “I’m not becoming a Hunter because I want to be a murderer,” she quipped. “I have nothing against werewolves, hell one of them is my best friend. What I’m saying is, I want to be able to protect myself. What if I get abducted some day? Or you end up in trouble and the only person that can save you is me? What if it’s Autumn that is in trouble and I’m the only one who can save her?

The Mano River offered them fresh water as it roared over large rapids and dropped over several waterfalls. From the small town of Mano to Beras, the road ascended to two large vales. The first was smaller and coated with thickets of birch and ash trees. The colors of fall, especially yellows, were a welcome greeting to anyone traveling this road during the autumn season. The second vale was larger, surrounded by white-peaked mountains often shrouded in mist. Only a few days of the year was the air clear enough for travelers to behold the unforgettable beauty. Herds of deer, elk, and goats roamed the inclined walls of the vale eating up vast amounts of the grass at the edges of the trees.

I looked up and the eclipse hadn't happened yet, but the night was clear, and the moon was gorgeous. "Hey," he said to a guy when we walked up. "This is Kalyssa Carran. She's a veterinarian." The man he was introducing me to almost lost his beer. "Seriously?" Cruz smirked. "Kalyssa, this is River Styles." I gave him a warm smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you." River took my hand and kissed it, never taking his eyes from mine. "The pleasure is mine." Then he looked over at Cruz. "So, how did you two meet?"