River Redemption Novels & Stories

Even a broken man who is trying to live, the striveness itself defines he can be a hero. The stranger with a crushed broken heart turned into my lifeline and made him into the man he is today. The affect is dragging a sinner from the pits of hell and raising him into my heaven, allowing him Redemption and freedom from the demons of his past. He is the hero, he is the deserved hero, and this is Mr. Alexander Hamilton's REDEMPTION. THE END ******

My hair was a curl green, and a heavy makeover. Before we got down, I fished out my drugs from my little bag and a bottle of water, gulping it down my throat. It’s helps in calming my nerves and steady breathing when I feel shaking or uncomfortable. It’s had become a habit for over seven years. My body tempts to tremble and over sensitive with touches.(Truman). Hunter’s gaze lingered on me as we got out of the van. “On second thought,” he said low, “are you going to seduce that criminal or me?”

She promised to tell me everything when we went home in a few weeks. I had been taking it slow for almost 2 weeks, but I really wanted to go on a hike with Charlotte and Emma. This time Charlotte promised to join us so we wouldn’t get lost again. The Iron River had a great spot for picknick’s near the river, but so did the Blood River. It was actually the same river that ran through both packs, but the Iron River was named this way because they located iron there decades ago. The Blood River pack was named this way, because there had been a huge battle near the river which made the river turn red with blood temporally.

Every frame told a story, a testament to the breathtaking beauty that surrounded them. As the boat glided along the river, Sonia's voice wove a tapestry of knowledge, enriching their experience with fascinating insights about the River Gandak's vital role in the reserve's delicate ecosystem. She spoke of the countless creatures that depended on its life-giving waters, from the majestic tigers that roamed the forests to the vibrant birdlife that filled the air with their melodies. The river, she explained, was not merely a geographical feature but a lifeline that sustained the region's rich biodiversity.

The Ferryman’s Audit The crossing at Ste. Genevieve was a "Broken Asset" sanctuary. A group of "Liquidated" rivermen had salvaged a massive steel barge, powering it with a "Recycled" steam engine that burned dried driftwood and "Chronicle" plastic. There was no "Neural-Link" required for passage; the only "Index" that mattered was the weight of your trade.

When she finally reached the crest of a low hill, she gazed down at the place, it was beautiful and she wondered if Lucien also knew of this place but shrugged, "Maybe he didn't, he never mentioned it to me anyway" It was a placid mountain stream that slowly wends its way south and east until merging with the River before it flows into the ocean. Fed by springs higher up, the little stream starts cold but has warmed up slightly by the time it reaches her spot. The rivulet, which has no name she knows of, would have been too narrow and shallow for much more than wading but a pine tree fell across its course and more branches and other debris had become lodged in its limbs to form a sort of le

Revira crawled closer, touching Ardan's cheek, which now felt cool, no longer burning hot. "Thank God," Revira sobbed, kissing Ardan's small hand. Eldric stood beside them, wiping his hands on a cloth. However, his eyes were not on Ardan. They were on Revira. Or, more precisely, on the river water around Revira's feet. Rakar followed Eldric's gaze and frowned. The Avariel River water usually reacted to intruders by rejecting them—creating rough ripples or even burning the skin if the person harbored ill intent. But around Revira's feet, the water was... calm.

“They say that Mr. Rivers is a reincarnated deity. There’s a story that when he first went abroad, the skies that had been raining for a whole week suddenly stopped. “In our hometown, there’s a tradition every May 17th when we pour water on a massive statue that weighs over ten tons to pray for blessings. We have to do this a hundred times a day for a whole week, using water from a source that’s several kilometers away. “When Mr. Rivers heard about this, he carried the entire statue on his own and led the people for several kilometers, placing it under a waterfall so it would be naturally bathed in water at all times. From then on, people no longer had to exhaust themselves fetching water fo

Once it was a calm flow, then suddenly it became loud and violent as if it was crushing everything in its path. After walking for a while, the narrow road finally came to an end. Elsa saw the Red River, it was red but when you look closely at it, you can see that the water was clear as glass. Elsa stood by the river for some time and admired the beauty. The air of this river seemed completely fresh to him. Slowly, Elsa closed her eyes and placed this beautiful picture inside her head so that the beauty of this river would float whenever she closed her eyes. At the same time, she heard his mother's voice. "Let's go, Elsa, I don't think she's ever come this way."

I asked suddenly when I heard a stream of water, but it was weak. We all stopped and listened intently to the surroundings. "It's the Red River," Lucas answered. I raised my eyebrows. What? Red river? Why, on earth there is a red sea, then here there is a red river? Why not just blue? "We need to cross the river, after that the Totem is just nearby," Tyrion promised. "Okay, then let's find the bridge!" I'm excited, I promise. But Lucas and Tyrion turned to me with grim on their face.