Blood On The River Book Novels & Stories

Third Person POV River felt sadness seeing the person who treated him like his brother is pointing a gun at him right now, the guy who is willing to take bullets for him can now shoot him with it. He tried to stop his tears from falling while talking to Blood, he misses them…but he became a traitor to them. As River walks to the garden, he sees Hell smiling so happy and hugging his sister and he looks genuinely happy like he wins lottery…but this is way better. ‘That’s the happiness I always what’s them to have…’ Blood said to his mind.

🌊 The River Witch Genre: Supernatural Thriller Target Audience: Teen and young adult readers (ages 14+) Tone: Dark, mysterious, emotionally intense Protagonist: Amara Nwosu, a 17-year-old girl with ancestral ties to an ancient river deity Setting: A remote Nigerian village surrounded by dense forest and a cursed river Last Recap: Amara discovered her late mother had hidden a secret: their bloodline is tied to Mami Nta, the River Witch—a being bound by an ancestral pact. In Chapter 3 ("Voices from the Water"), Amara heard whispers and had a vision of the past during a forbidden visit to the river. Something is awakening—and it’s The Pact and the Price The village square was abuzz with drums

River Black River held the candelabra in her hand, holding it aloft, looking around the huge room. It was so big, it dwarfed her living room back at her parents’ house. Everything was draped in white cloth and for a moment, she felt lost in that room too. It had no windwos and seemed to be below ground, in a basement level, though she wasn’t entirely sure. It had been a disorientating walk in the dark mansion. River hoped it was nicer during the day. Less confusing. In truth, she hoped that when she woke up, she’d be inside her tent, safe and sound and all this would be a strange dream.

I pressed my back against the wall, my pulse thundering. Silence followed — heavy and fragile. Outside, voices shouted orders. Boots pounded along the dock. But no one came in. The light swept past the broken window once, twice… and then faded. We stayed like that — unmoving, listening — until the only sound left was the steady slap of waves against the pillars. I turned to him. “You’re losing too much blood.” He leaned back against the wall, breath ragged. “Not my first time.” “That’s supposed to make me feel better?”

Chilly water was rising to my chest as the flow of the river rapidly grew, pushing me away from the stony region where he was standing gazing at me with his yellow piercing eyes full of suspicion. I was moving my limbs, struggling to keep breathing; I held a nearby rock getting hit by it in my leg, but kept my grip on the stone with both of my hands. The freshly oozing blood was mixing with ice river water slowly, while stinking alongside. That chocolate brown wolf was standing without moving, when I drawn in the river. He was panting. His shoulders were moving up and down, staring at me as he was waiting for my death.

The world spun, and I felt myself slipping away…Everything went dark. The moon hung low in the sky, a crimson orb casting an eerie glow. I stood at the center of a river that flowed with thick, viscous blood. It swirled around my ankles, then my knees. Pulling me down. I tried to scream, but my voice was drowned out by the sound of rushing blood. The more I struggled the deeper I sank, until the river’s dark, metallic filled my mouth and nose. The world around me was consumed by darkness, and I felt an overwhelming sense of doom.

"The Bloodbound will rise again." The dagger's light flared once, as if answering him. And far above the ruins, in the night sky, a murder of crows took flight - screaming into the dark.

****** In Vinneth, River Sile. The water began to churn violently. Jackson stumbled back as the crimson light flared, staining the sky in blood tones. "Donato... " Elowen cried. "Step away please...." But he didn't. He was drawn, like gravity itself had chosen him. From the heart of the river, the black book slowly began to rise still submerged in a sphere of water that refused to break. Its surface bled with light, pages fluttering though no wind touched them. Donato's eyes widened. "It's awake."

Avina. The woman who once destroyed empires, who bent kings and warriors to her will, who walked through fire and left kingdoms in ruin. I had not seen her in this life, not truly, but in my blood there was memory, and in those memories her face was carved like a flame into stone, my hand trembled as I reached for the book that bore her mark, the crest of fire and ash burned into its leather cover. I opened it, and the past bled into the present.

she nodded vigorously, handing the flask to me, "I don't know Amber," I grumbled, "Human blood is one thing but dragon blood? I don’t— I don’t know if I am ready for such a big leap," "What— you think this is the blood of a dragon?" She chuckled loudly, "No, you fool... It's a rare plant... A whole valley of them grow once every decade, people would kill to taste a single drop, guess my man here—- She looked over at the body, "— has been keeping it close to him as a treasure all this time,"