Blood On The River Book Novels & Stories

The river swallowed the blood, and the wounds were washed away by raindrops. I wasn't on the bridge anymore. When I barely opened my eyes, I was almost in the river. On the bridge above, two or maybe three cars were twisted together, flames trying to survive the downpour. But my eyes, which were crying tears of blood, were only searching for one person. "Mom! noooooo!" She was unconscious and soaked not by the rain, but by her own blood. Her heart was no longer beating. Then a soft, desperate cry. I followed it, half crawling, half blind, until I saw her - a baby girl, maybe one year old, struggling to survive in the river.

Still, I was relieved to see him well and donning his usual bored expression. I wish Liam was as thrilled as I am though. The Bloodhound’s brows furrowed as soon as River strode into the mansion. Suddenly, every single conversation in the room died. Even the Liam’s men around us who were rushing my unconscious pack mates inside suddenly moved in hushed movement when they noticed the presence of another Alpha inside. Behind River were Hudson, Victor, and Marcus, their faces etched with exhaustion and streaked with blood and grime. Each of them looked like they had just walked out of a battlefield and I guess they did. Those rogues were really persistent. Without a word, River swung his arm fo

Once I'm in place he pulls out the chair next to me and takes a seat as I start stacking papers and flipping open the history book. I am all too aware of the shifter next to me. He's so close I can smell him. Mint and honey flood my nose, it's so overwhelming my head pounds in protest. I take my glasses off again sighing as I massage my temples. "Damn migraines." I whisper to myself.

Black River remembered what it was. The valley no longer sagged beneath the weight of Mira’s blood-soaked rituals. The land stood taller now, as if it had finally been allowed to breathe. Pines once gray and brittle had deepened into full, living green, their branches rolling in slow waves with the wind. The river that cut through the territory ran clear—no steam, no sour magic clinging to its banks. Its scent was clean stone and moss, touched with the faint metallic truth of honest blood instead of sacrifice.

“There’s something I need to show you.” Alice frowned as Mira pulled out a small, leather-bound book, its edges worn and stained. She handed it to Alice, her fingers brushing hers—warm, too warm. “My family’s kept this for years. It’s… history. About the packs.” Alice opened it, her hands shaky. The pages were old, filled with cramped writing and strange symbols—circles, crescents, claws. One word jumped out: Hybrid. Her stomach twisted as she read a line: Born of man and moon, the one who carries both bloods shall break or bind the packs.

The river was filled with corpses and their blood had turned the river into a deep shade of red She let out an ear piercing scream and immediately ran out of the river and continued running, but the more she ran the worse it became. She saw dead bodies after dead bodies, the earth dried their blood till it couldn't no more and their blood just flowed on the ground With each step she took she got more scared and everything got more horrifying, she thought she was going to pass out when she saw the little girl again, staring at her with bloodshot eyes and this time both of them mouthed "help"

THE CODEX ASHES POV: Ceres, Xavier, Child Witness (Unnamed) The River Lira—Where the Flame First Sang The sky wore grey like silk, looking a little foggy. A soft wind moved through the high trees, rustling leaf and root alike, as if nature itself were holding its breath. The waters of the River Lira, once the silent witness to bloodlines and broken pacts, flowed smooth and unhurried—carrying the weight of things too sacred to speak aloud.

Damn. “Yes. I see that. Drink.” She commanded. Her words were so close. I could feel her breath fan my face and soon after her cool skin against my lips followed by a warm liquid. She pressed harder when my lips did not move. “Drink,” she repeated. This time I parted my lips slightly, just enough to allow the smallest amount of the liquid in. Blood. Her sweet, intoxicating blood that quenched my thirst like nothing else before, replenishing some of my energy almost instantly like the drug it was. My eyes shot open and I grabbed the arm that pressed against me pulling her into my lap at the same time taking more of her blood as if I was dehydrated. I needed it and she didn’t fight me.

That memory haunted him and it always would. A lot of shit haunted Gage. Dead bodies didn’t bother him anymore since the first one he saw had been his mother’s. One day she’d been reading him a story and tucking him into bed after Hunter had already gone to sleep and the next day she was in her bathtub, bleeding out as he watched her. ** “Gage … I’m sorry,” she mumbled. Gage stood next to the bathtub and stroked her hair. The blood ran down her arms and mingled with the water. Her nightdress was soaked through and her breathing was shallow. Gage looked into her eyes and kissed her forehead softly.

I just felt numb. Dead inside. A soft sound broke through my thoughts. I looked up and saw River reemerge from the hallway, waving me over. I stood and walked toward her, my footsteps slower this time, heavier. “Is everything alright?” I asked quietly. She gave me a small smile, her voice barely above a whisper. “He wants to see the man that saved his life.” I swallowed hard. “Or… the man who almost took it.” She lightly smacked my arm. “Don’t say that. If you hadn’t donated your blood—”