Indigo Ridge Novels & Stories

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

I had to concentrate, locking my jaw as I forced my silver light to hold them in place. "They will hold the gate," I said, my voice flat. "But we have to find another way across." "There is no other way," Silas muttered, pushing himself up from the snow. He wiped a mixture of blood and dirt from his forehead, his amber eyes looking down into the dark fissure. "This ridge is the only spine that connects the high peak to the lower valley. The other slopes are sheer ice. If we try to climb down, we will slip and break our bones."

It could be seen that the earth had mutated greatly. Close to the ridge, Chu Xun raised his head and could not help sighing in admiration. The ridge was too majestic right now. It had extended for 5,000 kilometers and was endless. Moreover, the ridge had risen. Chu Xun climbed the cliff all the way and jumped toward the top of the ridge. When he arrived at the top of the ridge, Chu Xun's gaze froze. In front of him appeared a large group of buildings. "It looks like they have discovered the Spirit Vein," Chu Xun muttered.

ALINA Somehow, we always found our way to the lake. Or at least Zion always found his way to the lake. I realized that he found solace in its quietness. Peace in its tranquility. The clear water of the lake reflected the black stary sky, rippling ever so slightly with the harsh gust of wind that disturbed its peace. The wind ruffled the leaves of the tall trees that lined the area, hiding us from the world. My eyes watched the full silver moon that glistened brightly in the sky. A shiver racked my body, the weather becoming colder as we approached winter.

"But the grid is hot. They’re tracking the heat signatures from the mercury-shift." "Forget the grid." Richard reached across the console, his hand heavy and warm on my thigh. "We’re going to the North Ridge. The Ancient Den. It’s off the maps. Even the Council hasn't been there in fifty years." "That’s suicide," Silas muttered. He swerved to avoid a fallen branch. "The Ridge is a graveyard. No cell service, no backup, and the local packs there are feral." "They won't touch us." Richard looked at me. His amber eyes were dark, reflecting the dashboard’s red glow. "They’ll smell the miracle. They won't have a choice but to bow."

The living room of the Erickson home in Asheville had always smelled of vanilla candles and expensive floor wax,the scent of a life meticulously curated by Morgan Erickson. On the night of January 2, 2025, the room was bathed in the flickering glow of a local news report, the anchor’s voice rising in a pitch of controlled panic as reports of atmospheric anomalies over the North Ridge began to pour in.

She looks like she is getting cold as well. “We should head back”, she says with a somber expression. Jace starts whimpering again. I have an idea. “Take her to the ridge. We can start a fire and warm her up there”. The ridge overlooking the lake is our special place. We can see over our whole territory and see out to faraway lands. It's the most freeing place and we have built a mini den up there with supplies for when we need to clear our head away from the noise of the pack.

’ Rayna replied, ‘Adley’s going to lose her mind. The child version of myself was dancing with glee, excited to see the Magic hidden within Iridian. I wanted to see the snowcapped mountains of the North, the endless deserts in the West, and the vast ocean that spanned our continent. The adult version of myself knew the risks, knew that I could lose more than my life playing this game.

Bradley's voice was so broken that I could feel it tugging at my heart strings while my wolf was howling in delight at the prospect of mating with Blake when we got the hell out of here so she was as good as useless right now. "I promise. Now tell me. What's their name?" I asked quickly. "Ni-Nicole Sto-tone."

“Make sure to get the good shrooms.” “Dad!” I say, faking my shock. “Are you suggesting I bring you illegal drugs?” “Don’t be so uptight.” We all laugh, and I wave goodbye to Dad and Wendy, setting off down the driveway. It’s about a ten-minute walk to the nature preserve, which surrounds the lake. There are hiking trails with gorgeous views, and it’s so hot and humid today there aren’t many people on them. Silver Ridge is a small town, but people travel from all over to walk these trails and use our lake. The stigma of glaring at outsiders is strong here, and it’s easy to spot someone visiting from out of town.