River Phoenix 90s Novels & Stories

I stood where I was even when my instincts were hitting the flight part of it hard. Then I saw it… Streaks of red raced through the sky before coming down hard against the boundary in multiple points. Not ordinary fire. No…this was Phoenix fire. A sea of sparks exploded, sending them through the air. Everything shook. The ground. The trees. Our boundary held until one more round of Phoenix fire hit it. Victory was shouted out by the demons as if they’d already won the battle.

As she rode me, I was also feasting on her sexy as hell and perfect-- “Oh crap,” Missy said, as it began to rain. “What’s a little rain,” Ryan said, standing and dropping his pants. I shook my head. But I knew Onyx would love it. He quickly kicked off his shoes and pushed his wolf forward. Huck immediately turned back toward Missy and licked her face. She giggled and I stripped quickly, pushing Onyx forward. She got up and pranced around in the rain, holding her arms out and dancing. *Mate is so beautiful, need to mark her,* Onyx whined.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

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.

His promises to me were as fragile as bubbles, vanishing into thin air. When I was ten, the River family adopted me. My father and Rowan's dad, Patrick River, had been good friends. When my father was diagnosed with cancer, he entrusted me to Patrick before he passed. When I first arrived at the Rivers household, everyone except Patrick was cold to me. Since I was adopted, the maids and even Rowan's mother thought it was unnecessary to show me any respect. I had to tiptoe around, just trying to survive in that house.

And I was the target everyone loved to strike, without mercy at that. I used to believe in things like friendship, loyalty, and kindness. I’d grown up clinging to the hope that if you were good to people, they’d be good to you in return. That hope shattered the day Isla Kensington, my so-called best friend, turned my life into a living hell.

Others too joined him in the living room. "Let's explore first," suggested Jaxon. "Yes, we can see the attractions around Colorado in a paddle boat as well as check out some of the watersports offered, " suggested Ralph. They all agreed and went over to the waterfront to plan out what they could do. They rented paddle boats and explored the Lower Colorado River and visited the many cultural and historic sites. They saw the colorful rock formations, the deep canyons, and spectacular desert wildlife in the Black Canyon and Topock Gorge areas. It was nearly evening by the time they were done. The whole day there was a strange tension between Ralph and Raven. Ralph had no clue why she suddenly

They stopped minutes later to catch some air. “How was it?” he asked. “Amazing!” she replied without thinking but then turned away. “You’re blushing harder. I don’t need to see your face to know that.” “You meanie.” she turned around to point at him but this time his eyes had changed colour to gold. “Hello, little mate. I’m River, Phoenix’s wolf spirit.” “Hello. You have a nice voice.” She commented. “Thanks. I’m flattered, mate. Until the bond is complete, I won’t speak too much. And one piece of advice, add a little more meat. Coz on that special night, you’re gonna be thankful you had it. See ya sometime.”

She is something special. Turns out River was a rebel, loved speed, and sports. She is a hard core Texan fan and loves watching the Houston Rockets, never missing a game. Apparently, she played basketball since middle school, as a point guard, and was good at it. What surprised me the most was when she spoke about River and her bike. She told me how she traded her old bike for a faster one that she got at the age of 16. River loves her bike so much that she named her Raven because she is matte black. Well, no wonder she gave me that name. She also told me that where she is from they’re big on riding dirt bikes and off-road vehicles called buggies.

Chapter 12 As Phoenix stood in the shower, watching the blood and chunks go down the drain, she wasn’t injured but felt a significant loss. She only killed in battle, in self-defense. Even the missions she was sent on, these were bad people who had killed the young, had used them for sexual trafficking and abused them beyond belief. It still made her sick to her stomach, but she always remembered what she learned from the Phantom woods about her temper. She practiced keeping her temper in check because she never knew what could happen if she truly lost it.