Novel & Cerita River Redemption

I felt the pleasure of my release but it still wasn't enough. Once I was out of the shower and a little more relaxed, I opened my messages and decided to reply to Miss Peters... Lilly, I look forward to the Seattle trip more and more with every text :) L.M. I hope Lilly is prepared for the time of her life because I know I am. Now that I was relaxed I decided to try and get some sleep, little did I know I would do nothing but toss and turn all night dreaming about gun fire and Brazil.

he argued. "You did! You did what you could. You admitted your fault to my father. And eventually got rid of the enemy. You accepted what you did wrong and that's what matters. I'm here with you. I promise I'll take away your pain. I promise I'll be your redemption." Lily spoke with determination, answering his previous questions, while still patting him gently.

Tideborn The sun rose slow and low over the water, like it wasn’t sure it was welcome. Mireya stood at the river’s edge, barefoot, salt-washed, arms crossed as she stared across the endless current. The river looked different now—brighter, clearer. But it also watched her. She could feel it—not as a threat anymore, but as a twin. It knew her now.

I demanded, my heart racing with fear and anger. Dante reached out to me, but I slapped his hands away. He ran his hand down his face in frustration. "Before you get upset with me, it's not my fault," he said. "I spoke with my inside man, and he told me that Valentine doesn't have her anymore. She was thrown into the Mississippi River."

Either way, even the mentally strong Ryder found his eyes widening in shock as he leaped to his feet while exclaiming, “…G-Gerald…?! You’re not dead?!” Ryder was rightfully flabbergasted. After all, he knew the Red River’s destructive capabilities more than anyone else. Regardless of how high one’s cultivation was, the second they came into contact with the Red River, they’d surely be vaporized right down to the soul! With that in mind, anyone unfortunate enough to be killed by the river would no longer be able to reincarnate! “I’m more alive than I’ve ever been! Honestly, it’s thanks to you that I ended up getting blessed!” retorted Gerald with a smirk.

I go where the Blood River is calm and creates a small swimming hole. The water is mixed with chunks of red ice. Iron deposits under the water make the river look like blood. In the winter, the iron concentrates and the mud turns red too. I stand on the bank and let my paws sink into the frosty crimson muck. Oh, yeah. This gives me an idea.

I said to her. “We are taught to stay away from the river so we don't get spotted and killed by a Dark Wolf clan,” I said. Donae shook her head. “That's probably a stipulation Yomen put to make you guys afraid of leaving your pack. You realize the truth. I should know, my mother left.” “Also,” she continued, “the River Tangen runs through all the shifter land. It flows from Visteria down to Lucid Lands, then Eucharia and peaks here in Wisteria. There's a waterfall.” Excitement shone in her eyes.

Rivena hissed with a low voice while throwing angry glares at Damien and Chloe. “Be cool, Rivena,” Aurora said lightly and adjusted the straps on her backpack. “Alpha Damien was right. The Great Waterfall is opened to the public. I can’t stop them from going there. They just happen to share a path with us.” Rivena let out a frustrated sigh, “God Aurora…you are too nice sometimes.” “I am not nice. I just didn’t care,” Aurora shrugged. She looked over her shoulder to Damien and Chloe at the end of their team.

Anahita Waterwolf POV We waterwolves have resettled on the banks of the Dream River that runs through the place once known as the Barren. Though to use the word 'barren' in relation to this magnificent place feels ridiculous. Many mornings I sit on the balcony of the packhouse, before the pack stirs, gazing out at the churning, roiling, foaming waves of the river, its banks densely packed with rich, dark mud. The colours of the river at dawn--blue, mauve, purple, indigo, green--remind me of the lifestone and that night when the poison was driven out. The lifestone disappeared, it's work done. And Silvia's iron--the physical iron anyway--was also gone.

I threw my head back and laughed, “I don’t want you to be anything but yourself. Ever.” We continued walking and we got to the area where the bridges are I looked at huge area that looked like a bottomless pool and Joshua told me that this is the beginning of Spring River. It is fed by an underground spring and there is a legend that a Native American tribe lived in the area. The chief’s son had drowned in this spring and the chief cried so much into the spring that it rose the level of the river. He then said that this river would never run dry. My mate smiled, “And even in times when ponds were drying up, the level of this river never went down to dangerous levels. It also stays the same t