River Wild Novels & Stories

Eventually, we round a river bend and with a vaulting leap, land in a cavernous and secret pool tucked into an unmapped niche of the Candlewood river basin she clearly knows well. Pulling herself up onto the side of a broad flat stone where a trickle of the river drops over a two-foot waterfall feeding moving water into the pool, Sandy lounges in the reflected moonlight, half-in, half-out and waits for me to poke my head above the surface. “Ready to leave the forest and become a water sprite?” She reaches over, her scaled hand gliding over my scaled hide in a loving caress. In this form, it feels a lot like running through the woods. Might not be as difficult as you think. Am I only able to

' The trees leaned in like a grim canopy as his eyes were caught by a glimmer of moonlight flickering on still water. Not a ripple moved on the small lake, crafted from rain and dewdrops from the leaves above and aided by an underground stream from the sea. The shadows danced with the silvery hue and beckoned to him like a sensual wraith, luring him to death or glory. Lloyd froze as he heard the unmistakable sound of a twig snap, whirling about to meet a pair of wide, brown eyes.

Jasper The radio in my truck was playing country music as I flew down the highway to my next stop. While my music played at a moderate volume, I could also hear the light snoring of my companion. Corbin was a bronc rider from Wyoming that I picked up along the road. He needed a set of wheels and offered to help with fuel costs. I figured why not have someone around to help out and watch my back? Besides, he was pretty funny.

I looked up and the eclipse hadn't happened yet, but the night was clear, and the moon was gorgeous. "Hey," he said to a guy when we walked up. "This is Kalyssa Carran. She's a veterinarian." The man he was introducing me to almost lost his beer. "Seriously?" Cruz smirked. "Kalyssa, this is River Styles." I gave him a warm smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you." River took my hand and kissed it, never taking his eyes from mine. "The pleasure is mine." Then he looked over at Cruz. "So, how did you two meet?"

As she started downstream, making for the faint thunder of a waterfall, she felt herself uncoiling slowly, her body unravelling like a spring that was finally relieved of tension. Apart from the cries of brightly coloured birds and the shrieks of tiny gold monkeys, it was quiet in the dappled shade of tree ferns. Now and then she thought she glimpsed one of the other women, but no one answered when she called out. Then she caught herself, laughing. Fool, to call out to them! We’re all in competition. All of us want the cheque that Matheson has promised.

She had been yelling at him like that for the last 6 months since she knew she had sold the ranch and the land around it to the Muriel family. Of course as soon as Valeria knew the business her son had done with an important person and when she saw the amount of money they were paying for that place, she wanted to know who the heck they were, so she found out it was Alice Muriel. She had an incredible story with that family because as far as she knew the name of the woman of the man whom she had destroyed was that one: Alice Muriel, and now she had bought the ranch. Valeria had been mad as hell for the last 6 months. There was nothing her son could do well. That was the reason why she said Z

The sound of howls echoed through the trees behind us, getting closer with every passing second, and my heart hammered so hard against my ribs I thought it might actually break through bone and skin. "There!" Rowan pointed ahead to where the trees opened up, and my stomach dropped when I saw what he was pointing at. Water. A massive river with rapids churning white foam and currents that looked strong enough to sweep away a full-grown lycan, let alone two exhausted wolves who could barely stand upright. "No," I breathed, digging my heels into the ground and trying to pull my hand free from his grip. "No, Rowan, we can't, there has to be another way."

I found it very relaxing to be out running. I took a seat on a tree stump by the creek. I had always loved the water. There was a creek in the Red Wolf Compound, but we had a river that ran along one edge of the Crescent River Pack. I loved just going and sitting by it. It had always helped me to calm and recenter, and right now, I could use that help.

Up ahead, the heavy rushing sound of water filled my ears. The Raven River. It was the border line. Beyond the dark, raging water lay The Deadwoods, a lawless, toxic neutral territory where no single pack held control. A place where outcasts, rogues, and dangerous things went to disappear. I didn't slow down. I threw myself straight off the muddy bank, plunging into the freezing, violent river. The cold water hit my burning skin like a shock, but I kicked with all my strength, fighting the heavy current as arrows whistled through the dark air above my head, splashing into the water around me.

We had traveled up the mountain to get to Silver Rock from Fire River, and not only could we see the entire pack from this hillside, we could see off the mountain as well. “Look,” Nov whispered next to me. I followed her hand and saw what she saw, Fire River. The River itself. I followed it with my eyes and watched as it disappeared into Fire River’s pack lands. I couldn’t see their buildings as they were further in but we could see the lands among miles more and it was gorgeous.