Novel & Cerita River Wild

Mom said, swaying her head at us. Derby and I giggled, before sitting down to mention packs far away from Wolf Fall, that had amazing sites to visit. But Mom didn’t look quite interested in those places. “How about Red Hills? I heard the pack gets prettier at night,” She suggested. Remembering what went down at that place, I refused. “No, I don’t feel like visiting that place.” “Oh, okay then. How about Brook Wave? I hear they have the best waterfall. It’s an attraction to behold,” Mom suggested again, finally giving us something we like.

“You’re covered in it.” Without waiting for argument, he guided me toward the river just beyond the tree line. His hand hovered at my back—not touching, but close enough that I felt the heat of him. The river cut through the Badlands like a ribbon of silver under moonlight. Cold. Clean. I crouched at the edge and dipped my hands in first. The water stung where small cuts lined my knuckles. Alec knelt beside me, and for a moment neither of us spoke. Then he gently caught my wrist before I could scrub at my cheek.

The water foamed wildly, spray shooting high into the air with each violent impact. Trisha went pale. “Oh no. Don’t tell me—” “Oh yeah,” Igor said with maddening calm. “Whitewater rafting.” I swallowed hard, staring at the river that looked more terrifying than scenic. The current was wild, frothing and glinting like a living, angry thing under the hot sun. Its roar echoed through the canyon, making my heart pound faster. Pascha slapped my back playfully, making me jump. “Scared?” I snorted. “Of course not.”

However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not need to kill to activate it, because contrary to popular belief, it is not a curse, but a gift, a blessing. "Hi," I hear, and turn my gaze to the person, I see a young woman. "Hello." I smile at her, her eyes widening. "Hi," She smiles, then chuckles with embarassment at her repetition, I just stare at her with renewed interest, waiting as she ges he

“$700,000! Now, that’s a record-breaking price! Any more bidders?” “$700,050!” I shouted. “Are you crazy?” Kyle whispered, which I immediately nodded to as a response. “$700,050! This new bidder is quite the joker, isn’t she?” the host commented, clearly amused with my stunt. The lady in red, obviously annoyed, stood and showed another peace sign to the host. Whatever that meant, I did not care. “$800,000 from Buyer 50!” The host spread his arms. “Are we going for a billion dollars now? I think that’s what Xavier Hawthorn is worth!”

"They're too many!" Ryder climbed out of the spring, water streaming off him. He looked at their desperate, wounded group Liam barely conscious in the water, Ethan exhausted, Fred with an empty gun, Tess on her knees. He looked at the advancing wall of Red Hand wolves, led by a grinning Cath. His face, usually so full of clever arrogance, went cold and still. A decision settled in his eyes. "Get him out of the water," Ryder said to Ethan, his voice strangely calm. "Take him and Tess. Go out the back way. Through the cavern behind the falls."

River begins marking every known werewolf pack. Mel circles major cities. Troy highlights national forests. I stare down at everything. "Let's think like Rowan." Mel nods. "She'll avoid cities." "Too many people." River adds another mark. "She'll avoid packs." "Obviously." Troy circles several large wooded regions. "She'll want trees." I smile faintly. "Lots of trees." River looks up. "Why?" "Because she always runs when she's thinking." A memory surfaces. Rowan sprinting through the woods after an argument with her parents.

Through the bond, I felt her exhaustion, her fear, but also her love—constant and unwavering. "Tell me something," she whispered. "Something that has nothing to do with the Order or peace or any of this." I thought for a moment. "When I was young, before... everything, my mother used to take me to the river. She'd shift and let me ride on her back while she swam." Evelyn's fingers traced patterns on my chest. "That sounds beautiful." "She used to say that water washes away everything except what truly matters. That's why wolves are drawn to rivers and lakes—they help us remember who we are beneath all the anger and pain."

Now all they had to do was wait, wait until she returned. River rode down to Keystone, to see Mount Rushmore. The drive was so beautiful. If you’ve never been up there, then you are missing out. The beautiful, huge, green pine trees, even the dead trees lying on the ground were mesmerizing. There’s a reason they called that small town Deadwood. The breeze, the air quality, the mountains, the lakes…speaking of lakes, Lake Pactola and Lake Sheridan, are beyond magnificent. Nothing like Lake Houston, River thought and giggled. Stopping at both lakes, to her surprise they were still icy cold and it was about to be June.

🌊 The River Witch Genre: Supernatural Thriller Target Audience: Teen and young adult readers (ages 14+) Tone: Dark, mysterious, emotionally intense Protagonist: Amara Nwosu, a 17-year-old girl with ancestral ties to an ancient river deity Setting: A remote Nigerian village surrounded by dense forest and a cursed river Last Recap: