River Of Shadows Novels & Stories

Alpha Lorenzo The week had passed by in a strange blur. Everything seemed perfect on the outside—smooth and predictable, like a river gliding over rocks. But beneath the surface, I felt an uneasy current pulling at me, something I couldn’t explain. I had dreams, nightmares really, that wouldn’t leave me alone. Each time I lay down, the same scene would unfold: the River of Blood, a dark crimson flow that seemed endless, pulling me in and suffocating me. Then the pain would hit.

It’s no surprise in a family where everyone cares about one another that they help each other. Shadows come around the three of us as we are teleported to Death’s realm. We end up in his throne room, but Zane quickly leads us out of there as he leads us to a long dark hallway that is lit by fire torches. Ever holds my hand as we follow her Dad to an open balcony made completely of black marble. The balcony overlooks a glowing pale green river with spirits in it. The river breaks off into various places as far as the eye can see.

It had to be my mind playing tricks on me because shadows didn't move, yet that's what it looked like. I could hear water flowing up ahead and I prayed it to be my pack's border. If I could jump over the river the Rogues wouldn't dare cross. I just needed to outrun the three feral wolves and a mythical shadow creature my mind was adding to the mix. I could see the river and pushed a little harder. I glanced back and saw only one wolf behind me now. There was no time to figure out what happened to the other two. I was too close to my territory to stop.

Master Orion looked over the side. “The river has become a mirror.” Nyx gently shook her head. “No.” She knelt and touched the glowing water. “It has become a memory.” The surface rippled beneath her fingertips. Images appeared within the water. Ancient cities. Forests untouched by time. The first vampires walking beneath unfamiliar constellations. Kingdoms that had vanished before history began. Captain Roderic leaned over the railing in amazement. “The river remembers all of this?” “It remembers every place it has ever touched.”

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

There were a bunch of phases that they utilized for the showcase that they discussed for the main tournament but ultimately did not make the cut. One of these was the River Leap. The River Leap stage was a formidable and awe-inspiring segment of the werewolf obstacle course, renowned for its sheer difficulty and the raw power of nature it harnessed. The river, a wide and tumultuous expanse of water, carved its way through a deep gorge, its banks lined with jagged rocks and slippery moss. The sound of the water was a constant, thunderous roar, a reminder of the challenge that lay before the competitors.

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

My heart seems to beat faster too. Getting closer to the river makes me cold. The path is scary. The shadows seem like bodies, dead bodies. The ones I saw in my dream. Oh God! The path is rugged and the forests are even more dense. But with Chloe's bravery, I'm able to keep moving. Although each step brings a mix of hope and fear, my heart keeps accelerating too. It's choking. As we got to the riverbank, there's something unusual about it. It's somewhat quiet. The cold water looks still, as if it swallowed something big, big enough to calm its ferocious hunger. It glitters peacefully under the moon's glow, its gentility hiding its secrets.

Elenor had said herself, she had seen a black cat, whenever Bess administered the potion, to strengthen her during her pregnancy. The coven had hidden her away, here, in this secret cavern, where the old church had once been, with the promise she would awaken, once the chosen one did, for the final battle. ‘She...here…Whisper help…’ Bess gently stroked her head and Whisper basked at the familiar touch. ‘Hush, little one. Do not exert yourself,’ Bess whispered. ‘You must rest… and feed.’ The lamb that appeared from the shadows in the cavern, must have sensed what was to happen next. It bleated mournfully, as Whisper focused on its heartbeat, its succulent flesh and the warm blood, flowing thr

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.