River Wild Novels & Stories

Richard dipped his gaze as the large moths dipped, following their silhouettes as they plumed out and then upward, up, and into the snowy night sky. Black water. Nothing could survive it. All that suffocating dirt and chunks of rubble. Crashing down like that. Nothing. The silt would get into their clothing, Richard knew, weigh them down, drag them under to where black rushing torrents would sweep them downriver, possibly for miles. No one could survive. Not in this cold, in these rapid-moving waters. “Glee . . . shit.”

Olivia and Amelia gasped. The mother river glowed red. It was stunning under the light of the moon. “Stunning, isn’t it?” Laura said “I’ve never seen anything like it,” Amelia whispered. “We’re the only race of water wolf, that we know of. We have a deep connection to our mother river, the Red River.”

A shimmering river, the lifeblood of the camp, winds its way through the training ground, offering a natural barrier for strategy drills and a serene spot for reflection and recovery. The Riverbay Pack Camp is embraced by breathtaking mountains that rise majestically into the sky, their peaks often capped with snow. The dense forests surrounding the camp are alive with the sounds of wildlife, a constant reminder of the primal connection each wolf has with nature. The crystal-clear rivers that flow through the area sparkle under the sunlight, providing both a source of hydration and a refreshing space for cooling off after intense training sessions.

The fight ended in no time. It was a massacre. I now understood why spirit wolves were equated to gods. Helena had single-handedly killed twenty-five evil-looking mutant wolves. I didn't have that kind of capacity. Those wolves had ravaged settlements for almost a year without suffering any casualties, but they had reached the end of their journey.

She walked out of town, following one of the trails that led through a meadow and down to the river that flowed along the edge of their packlands and down to the dam near the valley and their neighboring pack's territory. Walking down to the river was something she'd done lots of times before, but not usually this time of year when rain further north made it so wide and fast moving. She remembered being frightened when River was small that he might fall in. But then… this river was the reason for his name as well. His father had picked it out because he loved to fish. He was great with a fishing pole, but even better in his wolf form at catching the fish as they swam by in the rapids. Thinki

Sarah, with her gentle touch and soothing words, calmed the raging fire until it danced in harmony with the surrounding trees, providing a source of light and comfort. In the trial of water, the pack had to navigate treacherous rapids and quench the thirst of a parched land. Rachel, with her keen instincts and steady guidance, led the pack through the rushing currents, distributing water to dry soil, reviving wilted plants, and restoring life's vital flow.

They separate and run along the edges of the river basin going downstream. Unlike most of the water in this swamp, which stands still or moves lazily, the rogue chose to attack our pack at the mouth of a river that cuts through the swamp. It leads all the way to the ocean where freshwater meets saltwater. With his dark coat, and the depth of the water, the fast-moving current, the rogue blends in with the river, and he is keeping Wolfe pinned beneath it, making it harder to spot them both. The rogue is going with the flow of the water, not fighting the current, and letting it carry him and his prey downstream rather than aiding us to find them by his movements in the water. He must have our

The name evokes the image of a vibrant red moon casting its glow over a gathering of wolves, a symbol of our connection to the earth and each other. Moving on, I enter our location: an expansive 250,000 acres of stunning wilderness, cradled in the rugged mountains near the picturesque Rio Grande National Park in Colorado. I can easily envision the breathtaking scenery that surrounds us—the towering pines stretching skyward, their needles whispering secrets in the wind, and the sun-dappled clearings where wildflowers bloom in a riot of color. The beauty of our territory resonates deeply within me, offering a sense of home and a reminder of the wild spirit that resides in all of us.

I whispered. He will check the ruins. Rian said. He will find the tunnel. He looked at the river. We swim. The water was freezing. The current was fast. Rian grabbed my hand. He tied a rope around his waist. He tied the other end to mine. If we get separated the rope will hold. He looked at me. His eyes were gold. Ready? I looked at the fire on the hill. I looked at the cold water. I took his hand. Yes.

"It feeds into the river. If you follow it for a few miles, you'll reach our lake. It's not huge, but big enough for swimming and fishing in the summer. And there's a waterfall, think you mentioned it yesterday, but it's a bit tricky to get to because of the ravines. I wouldn't recommend going there alone. Wolves have fallen and died there." The challenge of navigating the ravines sparked a sense of adventure within me, and I made a mental note to ask Killian to take me there soon. "I can't wait to explore," I said, a grin spreading across my face. The joy of being surrounded by nature overshadowed any lingering awkwardness from our earlier disagreement. Like any wolf, the call of the wild r