Novel River Oaks Novels & Stories

“Alpha, what is it that you wanted to show me? We haven't reached it?” “In a minute, we would,” came his reply. Olive nodded and continued with him. Few steps later and she began to hear the sound of moving water. The vegetation became more dense and green. Wayne pushed aside all the thick green branches and they paved through. Olive sqeaked in delight at the beautiful flowing river they had just arrived. It was sparkling white and it kept bubbling in rough waves at different places where there were rocks. It was a wide river and birds were flying in and washing. “Gosh!” she squealed and ran ahead. Wayne chuckled softly and slowly continued to walk. He had no idea why he brought her to this

"I got you a gift, but if you don't like it, I won't be offended." Oak takes the package and grabs my hand, forcing me to sit next to him on the sofa. "I'm sure I'll love it." I watch as he frees the painting from the wrapping paper to reveal a beautiful watercolor of a stream running through a pretty forest in summer framed in an ornate gilt frame.

The only way to be safe was to leave the pack, so Odin guided us through the safest route to the pack boundary. When we finally reached our destination, I saw River crouching on the grass. My footsteps slowed to a halt as we stood behind him, watching him carefully pluck a flower from the ground. I placed Fawn near the wolf before I approached him. But River sensed my presence as I took a few steps closer. "Aqua? Is that you?" He squinted his eyes and rose to his full height. "What are you doing here? Is everything okay?"

M O N G R E L 🌷 Alexander sat upon the cool metal bench, his trousers soaking up the damp morning dew, as he overlooked the woods. Darkness had not long surrendered to the light, yet he could see the thick grey clouds that were cast over the sky. Against the noise of the birds that were welcoming the new day, the gentle murmur of the river water can only just be heard. For all its serenity there was more danger in its swirling depths that the trees behind. The river was tainted; no longer an abyss of black, nor did it appear blue. Instead it looked metallic grey, glistening as the occasional spear of light pierced through the clouds and danced over the surface.

River asks “You just have to imagine a wall or something solid to stop your thoughts from being heard” Realm tells her. River tries to think of a wall and imagines the one that surrounds her house. “Okay done!” she says. She hears something that sounds very close to a laugh from Realm. “Solid! The one you imagined is half a wall and half iron railing” Realm tells her. “Ah,yes, got it solid, as in Fort Knocks” River answers imagining a thick wall with huge iron locks securing it.

“I used to live in a house that was quite literally falling into the river. After Hurricane Irene, the White River got really full and destroyed the houses that were really close to the river. After work, I used to take a couple beers down, sit on one of my favorite rocks, and keep them cold in the water.” I opened my eyes after a moment of silence. Oliver’s eyes were burning into me. Something about his deep brown eyes looked off compared to how they did just a few moments ago. “It sounds lovely,” he said. “We can go here sometime, maybe it will be almost as nice.” “Maybe.” I smiled at the idea. Maybe staying here wouldn’t actually be so bad. For a little while, at least. I wasn’t sure what

Owen, beside her, had the expression of someone who had been anticipating this request and had not told Daniel because the anticipating was not the asking and Ellie would do her own asking. They walked to the library. November Saturday morning in the city — the streets in their weekend configuration, the quality of the unhurried, the city at its own pace rather than the working pace. November honest light on the surfaces. The library is a fifteen-minute walk from the station, the route taking them past the river glimpse at the Hartley Bridge crossing. Ellie looked at the river as they passed. "The river carries things," she said. "Yes," Owen said. "Always south."

Now all I knew were the basics and that wasn't helpful at all. If only I wasn't running out of options... And if only the weird transferee wasn't my now bestest friend, Jessy, who didn't want to talk about it anymore. Wild Oaks was a town surrounded by woods which no one dared to enter without permission. They said trespassers who attempted to sneak in never got out of the woods anymore. If that's true, I would never know.

Owen screamed, and she took advantage of the surprise she’d wielded to scurry to her feet and keep running. She ran until the rush of the water was close enough that she couldn’t tell if Owen was behind her. There had been three days of heavy rain in the last week, and the river was hugging the top of the bank. The water rushed over rocks and fallen trees loud enough that it sounded like a waterfall with a bounding train inside.

Robert growled. "Both of you, get out" I snapped at them, only for them to run outside as they could not resist my commands. ******** River POV; Stephan pulled me out of the car aggressively and dragged me to a house. Looking at my surrounding, I could only see the tops of the trees that were covered by snow while walking toward a gigantic four-story house. I could see something glancing, down to the right. It might be a frozen lake, but I couldn’t swear it was because of the dark. Passing through the driveway, I saw guards standing on almost every inch of the garden. It was freezing but they stood surprisingly peacefully like they didn’t even feel the teeth shuddering cold. They stared at u