Joaquin Riverdale Novels & Stories

EPISODE 1: PROLOGUE Riverdale High, a prestigious academy nestled in the heart of the town, was a place where kids were transformed into their best versions. The school's imposing structure was a blend of modern and ancient architecture, with sprawling gardens and mysterious statues that seemed to hold secrets of their own. My parents, John and Rita, were among the founding members of this esteemed institution, and their legacy destined me to follow in their footsteps.

"River, come here quickly! Jaina has fallen and hurt her leg!" Darin's chest heaved with agitation. It was a cold day, yet she was drenched in sweat, the moisture trickling down her forehead. "I…" She struggled to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. "My father's name is River York. My brother made this little rabbit figurine. The things you just said happened to me. You know where my brother and my parents are, don't you? They didn't abandon me. I was kidnapped…" Tears slipped down her fair cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away and took several deep breaths. She could only stare out the window. She didn't dare look at Violet or turn back, afraid her tears would spill over again.

“We’ll arrive at 9:02 a.m. Cameras will be waiting. Jace, you go in first, but River should stay close behind. If a reporter tries to speak to you, say nothing.” River got in the back beside Jace, buckling up. He stared out the window as Sasha droned on, her voice a steady background hum. But River’s mind wasn’t there. It hadn’t been since last night. Dominic Hale. The name echoed like a distant storm. Loud, then quiet. But always there. His father. The man who trained him to be strong, only to disappear without a word. The man who might’ve helped bury an entire unit. The man who could be connected to the death of Jace’s father.