Reverie At River Hollow Novels & Stories

But the rejection had frayed that pull, leaving only echoes of desire and hurt. She crested the ravine's edge and stumbled into a clearing dominated by Devil's Throat—a sheer drop where the river plummeted over a jagged cliff into a misty abyss below. The waterfall churned violently, spray misting the air and blurring the world into grays and greens. Lyra teetered on the lip, heart slamming against her ribs, the violet glow in her eyes reflecting off the churning water.

By midday, I reached the bridge or what was left of it, half of it had collapsed into the river, leaving twisted metal and floating cars and the water was black, sluggish, and wrong looking like oil and every ripple shimmered red. The other half of the bridge looked stable enough if I moved fast. I started across, keeping low, eyes scanning the shadows, the wind here carried a new sound soft moaning, like voices caught in fog. Halfway across, I saw movement below something crawling through the shallows. Dozens of them, the Hollowed, their skin sloughed off in the water, revealing bones that faintly glowed unnaturally from within. One of them looked up, it's jaw hung crooked, eyes clouded whi

Marek pressed a hand to his side, breathing uneven but steadying himself quickly. “It’s still you,” he said. Raven’s laughter faded slowly and she looked at all of us again. It was then I understood something I didn’t want to understand. She wasn’t unstable or losing control. For the first time since I had known her, there was no hesitation in what she was doing “The Hollow is still here,” she said suddenly. The name alone changed the air again. Theo stepped forward slightly. “Where?” Raven tilted her head like she was listening to something none of us could hear.

, Words: 267k+, Favs: 152, Follows: 157, Published: Sep 17, 2018 Updated: Sep 7 653Chapter 24 Part 1 Chapter 24 RPOV Songs: Doomed by Moses Sumney, Rescue Me by Unions, Die 4 You by Perfume Genius I wasn't sure how long I had been out here, but my shivers had almost turned violent as I sat perched near the riverbank. Most of the water had frozen over. There were only a few shallow cracks where the stream still sloshed over the ice and I stared blankly at those small openings.

Lord Draven would never be able to track them down after that. Exhaustion finally caught up with River. She sat by the window, gazing out at the moonlit courtyard. The breeze carrying the scent of baking bread rustled the curtains, sending a thrill through her. It’s been a while since she had peacefully say by the window at night and gazed at the moon with satisfaction in her heart. Suddenly, a gust of wind slammed the window close and then opened again simultaneously, its hinges groaning in protest. Startled, River lurched up to close it.

Evelyn sat comfortably on a boulder by the river, her bony calves swaying one by one in mid-air, her delicate, beautiful skirt fluttering up and down like a butterfly, her wings full of fragrance and joy. She looked to the fireflies that floated on the river - but not really fireflies, but some sort of creatures that emitted a faint light just like fireflies. These flickering, faint lights clustered together and spread out in all directions, joining the two moons high in the night sky, reflecting a marvelous light on the silent river. A tall, upright figure stood in the river like another silent boulder. Agarez stripped off his clothes and bathed in the river, the scent of blood was so heavy

MARGO POV ****** I was at the edge of the cliff, staring at Eve but Instead of me holding onto her, it was in reverse, and when I looked down and saw just how daunting the way down looked, I turned to face her, my mouth opening to plead for my life, but it wasn't just Eve that was holding onto me, it was the faces of all the people I'd killed... And then I was plunging, falling fast, my scream fading in the air no matter how loud I yelled until I crashed to the floor beneath, my bone shattering into a million pieces.

I wade inside the river up to my waist, keeping Laura above the surface. I look at her as I place her on a rock under a tiny trickle from the waterfall. Hollowness takes over me as she stares blankly straight through me as if I were invisible. A world of death and pain engulfs her, and I'm powerless against it. Maybe I don't understand the depths of her anguish, but I'll be here for her if she needs me.

“I’m telling you where I’ll be.” He stepped back. “Then I’ll be waiting at the edge.” “Then that’s enough.” --- Two days later, they reached the Hollowed Valley. It wasn’t marked by walls or banners or bone—it was marked by silence. A vast clearing opened between trees, and beyond it, a gentle mist clung to the ground like forgotten dreams. The air felt thicker. The light dimmer, even under the sun. Agnes, who had walked quietly the entire journey, finally spoke.

Serena said quietly, “you’re still their alpha, at least on paper. You have to take them back before Rowan does.” I shook my head. “He’ll expect that. We need to move faster.” Fiona looked at me, determination burning behind her exhaustion. “Then we go to the Hollow before he does.” Serena’s expression darkened. “He’s already there.” We left before dawn. The river glowed faintly behind us, the current whispering like a voice we couldn’t quite hear. The closer we got to the Hollow, the colder the air became. The trees grew darker, older, their trunks covered in strange silver veins that pulsed faintly like they were alive.