Into The Riverlands Novels & Stories

I guess it's a wig but he didn't show mercy to me as he left my right hand to flip his fucking wig. "What a crazy Rose flower you are. That's not Jack. That's Medusa, the one who owes me her tongue. Now send her to me I need to drill her tongue and keep it in my treasure box. I have no time, do it fast. And lastly your picture must be drowned with the ship too." Anastacius yelled while tapping his foot furiously. With a drilling machine in his hands. "What the fuck? My picture's no more? Then why am I saving you? Go to hell!" Travis left my hand and I drowned in the cold water.

The abandoned Meriel Kingdom's edge drew closer to the territorial boundaries of the lengthiest Fairy River south of the other hill, and though the Mountains came near here as well, Ithildin warned the people of Leafland to go this way; for just a few days' journeys directly south of the other hill was the entrance of a little-known path that leads through the abandoned Meriel Kingdom which thus prompted nearly ahead and move towards to the Windy Mountain. "Shall not fear, Leaflanders, for the Lycans will not attempt to pass the lengthiest Fairy River for just a hundred miles to the south of the other hill, nor should come anywhere near whatever territorial waters of it are well kept safe at

Suddenly, they emerged from the trees, and a breathtaking sight unfolded before them. A crystal-clear river flowed effortlessly, its surface reflecting the sky above. The water cascaded over smooth rocks, creating a soothing melody. "Wow," Tristan breathed. "This is stunning." Lucien nodded, his eyes shining with pride. "Welcome to the River's Edge, the lifeblood of Dominion Pack. We're close now." Tristan walked towards the river's edge, feeling the cool mist on his skin. "I can see why this place is special. It's like a sanctuary."

I can see the questions in his eyes, the wonder and the doubt as he runs his fingers over the carvings, each one a piece of a story too old to remember. But when I look over at River, I see something else. His face is set, serious, his usual smugness replaced with a look of dread, a silent understanding that mirrors my own. We both know that finding this entrance isn’t the end of our journey. It’s only the beginning. Beyond this, our travels will test the limits of our powers, the dedication we have to one another. Bright Waters doesn’t reveal itself to everyone, which is why so many believe it’s a myth. We have to prove ourselves worthy.

I muttered and rose to follow. The mansion was bigger than I’d imagined, it was almost endless. She led me to a training ground where wolves tore into each other violently. I winced as one fighter’s arm bent then snapped back into place like nothing happened. “And this..” Arya gestured toward a wide river glinting beneath the morning light, “..is the River of Healings. Or it used to be. This river doesn’t heal a damn thing anymore.” “Why?” I asked, drawn to the water’s stillness.

Jordan Ford lost a bet, and I was forced to remove my makeup in front of everyone. The whole crowd goaded me on while his friends laughed especially loudly. “Don’t be a buzzkill. Eira already did it. “Come on, Clara! You’re not chickening out, are you?” Three years prior, I had saved Jordan from a car accident. Glass shards cut my face and left a scar that could barely be concealed with makeup. “Go on, remove it.” Through the smoke, his gaze met mine with nothing but casual indifference. I dragged a makeup-removing wipe across my face, again and again, revealing the ugly scar. “It’s just makeup. Quit being so dramatic. “You killed my mother back then. That scar is just a light price

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.

The next morning, I opened my door and stepped out, only to immediately realize something was wrong. The tactile guiding tiles on the floor were gone. Seeing me, Mrs. Lewis walked over and reluctantly grabbed my arm to support me. “Where are my tactile guiding tiles?” I asked. Footsteps approached from down the hall. It was Shawn. “I had them removed,” he said. I froze. He continued, “Ava hurt her leg when you pushed her into the river yesterday. She has to use a wheelchair now, and those tactile guiding tiles make it difficult for her to get around.”

He walked into the station with clenched fist and as soon as he got inside, he asked, Where is the disc? They directed him to a room with a laptop on a table and a chair beside it and a disc laid beside the laptop. A tear dropped from one of his eyes and he hurriedly cleaned it. He walked towards the table slowly every step heavier than the other and finally sat on the chair, the laptop was on and he took the disc labelled President and loaded it on the laptop. A scene played in front of his eyes and with every sound that escaped it, a tear dropped from his eyes. It continued till the last sound such stated,

He could feel the bile rising up through his throat, He knew deep down what they were doing was wrong and had prayed to his deity for forgiveness, asking for her compassion as to why the lands had to be theirs. Through research, it had been known that the Sacred Grounds were blessed, that a special tree was residing within, that even its soil was worth a thousand riches, and yet no man had ever tried to place their feet on such sacredness. The title was never official; it had only been rumored and through stories had they been told that deep within those grounds had been his deity’s resting place. That the wind had carried the wails of the unborn children, some had said the wind would also s