River Wild Novels & Stories

Annie thumbed through the guide book for Arkansas hot spring, looking for the page she folded down. Helmslee Hot springs. The guide book promised secluded undeveloped minera pools in the streambed of a canyon. It had sound like a soothing, healing sort of place. She had been making a point of finding the beautiful and secure places to hike and camp on this trip without any form of attack, she was weak omega, the weakest one for yhat matter, she trying to keep her ass safe though she knew that her mate was there to save her. So as soon as she set her tent, she was heading straight for the trailhead. Maybe she could find some peace in a pool of hot mineral waters, but at this point she doub

~vick~ I couldn't take it anymore. The chaos around me was suffocating. As I watched the guys attending to each other's wounds, it felt like the walls were closing in. I slipped out the door, the coolness of the night greeting me as I glanced up at the night sky.

“Come on, loser!” “Bite me, jerk!” I call back to him. “Dude, you know she's not going to do it. She's scared of heights. And water. And fish. And lions, and tigers and bears, oh my!” Comes another teasing voice. “You are both jerks!” I yell down at them. “It's really not that bad! Just jump!” Wilder calls up to me. I look down to where he is already in the water, about sixteen feet below me.

She’s been unpredictable lately, her moods swinging wildly between affection and hostility. We reach the river by midmorning, its waters rushing over smooth stones with a steady roar. The sight of it brings a wave of relief—a chance to wash, to drink, to regroup. The pack fans out along the bank, their spirits lifting as they splash in the shallows and fill their water skins. I wade into the river, the icy water shocking against my skin. The current tugs at my legs, strong but not unmanageable. I glance back to see Violet perched on a rock, her arms wrapped around her knees. She’s watching me, her expression unreadable.

Charles asked. I nodded, “Chris is a bit late but nothing to worry about” he nodded and welcomed us in. Chris' PoV Damn it's already 10, now it's certain that Zack would get mad. Oh well, I'm late anyways so why don't I just take my time. As I got into the Thunder Wolf Packs territory, just upon entry I saw a beautiful river and decided to hang out there for a while. The river was glistening blue with the sound of birds chirping in the morning and the trees dancing along the wind and the nice fresh air of nature surrounding me.

Beyond it was a river. Serra dashed towards it, passing through the rocky trail. She dropped the oil canister, torch and the match on the river bank and head down into the water. The river was the complete opposite of the one they have in Sirka village. It was wide and huge, and the water was angry and loud. The water was clear and clean.

And I doubted I’d still be alone in twelve hours anyway. Wolves protected their land. Someone would find me. The sun sat high above, but the Blackwood Wilds were thick with shade. Summer heat pressed down, but here it was bearable. I moved slowly, head turning constantly, until the sound of water reached me. I followed it carefully. A clearing opened ahead. A wide river cut through it, fast and loud. Thirst hit hard and sudden. I stayed near the edge, walking along the bank until the current eased. Half a mile down, the water spread wide and calmer. I waited. Watched. Listened.

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

I crouch down and try to make myself look as small as possible. I feel a lump of tears in my throat, but I refuse to let him see me cry, as I plead again. “Ryan, please don’t do this. You don’t want to do this.” My teeth chatter and I shiver as the frigid wind swirls around me. I look over the side of the deep ravine. The river at the bottom is raging dark red in the moonlight with giant chunks of ice and snow swirling in the current. Blood River. If I try to jump, I’m going to die on the rusty rocks just below the surface. If I were in wolf form maybe I would have a chance. Maybe. That’s not an option now. I turn back around to face my fate.

It was the longest river stretching between the territories of Hala and Axum, where the primary source of water was the Great Lake of Virina. Her lips curved into a smile when she finally reached the embankment of the river. She just entered on the other side of the forest, where every living organism was thriving. This time, she would test her inner strength, and she had to free herself from the past trauma. Unless she refused to face her fears head-on, she would not get past her limitations.