Eulogy Of Dying River Mga Nobela at Kwento

The adrenaline of a surgical crisis always leaves a metallic taste in the back of your throat. As the boiling waters of the river finally cooled into a gentle, luminous violet current, the heavy silence of the River Gate was broken only by the weeping of the human soldiers. They had seen the limits of their modern artillery, and they had seen the terrifying, ancient biology of the earth rise up to save them.

"River! River! Come on… the alpha bloodline doesn't fail!" Rain started slapping River’s cheeks. Slap. Slap. The sound was loud and desperate in the quiet cabin. "River! Open your eyes! You can't do this to us! You can't leave me with Rex, he’s boring! River!" I collapsed over River’s legs, my hands clutching the sheets. My chest tight, a heavy sob tearing through my throat. "Please," I wailed into the blankets. "Please, God, no. He can't die because of me. He can't—"

Author’s POV Xandros and Andean went ahead to the River of Life to dump Raphael’s body as that was the last ceremony to pay their last respects to a good soldier who had served their pack properly. For some reasons it was difficult for Xandros to get to the River for he still seemed traumatized by his last experiences as he said to Andean “”Sorry buddy! You gotta do this alone, i wouldn’t want to anger the water gods or spirits or whatever, it seems i might still be a fugitive to these waters”

Soon enough, the world would see exactly what kind of people they were. Wyatt was just about to slip away when the doctor finally rushed in. After performing a quick check on my body, he looked up at Celia and sighed heavily. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Ashford. Mr. Elliot has indeed passed away." Celia's arms tightened around me. The last trace of hope vanished from her eyes. "Why?" she whispered. "I calculated everything perfectly. The dose, the oxygen tank... I even left water and food in that casket. How could he possibly die?"

Rowan's words shattered my heart completely. I let out a bitter laugh, turned, and walked away without looking back. Someone once told me that promises were the most useless things in the world—what mattered was action. I never believed it before, but now, I did. I took a cab to the Rivers, planning to see Patrick and leave after that. Halfway there, I received a video call from Jeremy Harding. "Angela, look at the tulips by the side of the road—they're so beautiful. Coriland is amazing. Are you really not coming back?"

"Down the drain." Elara rushed to her side, her face etched with concern. "River, are you hurt?" she asked, her voice low and urgent. She grasped River's arms, holding her steady as she scanned her face and body for any signs of injury. River shook her head, still trying to process the scale of her loss. "No, I am fine," she whispered, her voice barely audible. River's eyes stung with frustration and despair, the bitter taste of disappointment filling her mouth. "Days of research," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "Gone in an instant." She felt as though she had been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her.

The same brown, violent current that had claimed so much already roared beneath her now. Eloise stood at the precipice, toes inches from the crumbling edge, hair whipping wildly in the wind. Exhaustion and despair had hollowed her out. She could see no path forward—only an endless cycle of pain. If I end it here, she thought, maybe the curse dies with me. Maybe Elena and Mom can finally have peace. “God… forgive me,” she cried out, her voice breaking against the thunder of the river. “I have no light left to see. If You can hear me, give me one reason to keep living. Just one…”

It should've been easy to push the lightweight off my chest, but because I wasn't a particularly big person myself, I was struggling. For the first few moments, River just slapped me with all her might, pushing my head back and force as I took it helplessly. Then, she pulled away, a vicious glint in her eyes, and summoned a huge ball of energy in the palm of her hand, giving me a faint, horrible smile the entire time. I could feel tears brimming in my eyes - I was going to die, without a doubt - but the knowledge that River would soon be dead as well, kept the tears at bay and a smile on my face. I wasn't going to die unhappy! No. I was going to die with a smile on my lips and a legacy of co

The numbing cold was taking the pain away, replacing it with a heavy, seductive weight that wanted me to just close my eyes and let go. “No,” I thought, a desperate panic finally breaking through my hardened exterior as the dark water swirled over my face. “No, please, goddess. Not like this. Not in Kael’s territory in this dark waters.” If I died here, no one would be able to find my body. A sob tore from my throat, swallowed instantly by the roaring waves. "I'm going to die," I cried into the empty blackness of the river. "I'm going to die here..."

BELLA “Maybe the river will finally do us all a favour." Their voices blend together with the roar of water in my ears as they shove my face further into the river. Every inch of my body aches. It has been like this for weeks now. It feels like my bones are slowly being hollowed out from the inside. Sometimes, in moments like this, I wonder if dying would really be so terrible. Maybe it would be peaceful. Maybe it would finally be quiet. My wolf whimpers faintly inside me, weak and distant.