روايات وقصص ضمن River Wild

River winked at me. I chuckled before I took another sip of the sweet red wine. I sighed contently and settled my head against the side of his neck. The sun started to make its way behind the hills that surrounded the lake. “It's nice out here. We don't come here enough,” I said. “No, we don't,” River agreed. “You know, I got to be honest. I'm amazed anything about Montana amuses you after seeing Los Angeles. Don't get me wrong; I would never live there. I'm a country boy. I'll die before living in some crazy ass city, but realistically that place is beautiful. Even I can't deny that,” River said. Sadness filled his voice.

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.

She knew it would be even more beautiful at other times of the year. The recent storm had swollen the stream. In some places it bounced furiously down the rock, sending small splashes of white into the air; in others it gathered into clear pools, where the eddying currents carried dead leaves and other detritus around in spiraling dances. It should have been cold sitting here exposed to the chill breeze, but not with Rave beside her. His heat seemed to seep into the rock, warming her seat almost as if she was sitting on a heated pad. “That's the Moodus River down there,” Rave said. “A mile or so downstream, it flows into the Salmon River. We're not too far from the infamous noises that had y

Lexon brought his face closer and held Jace's face, holding his gaze through the darkness, before he felt the ground slowly form under his feet again. As they felt the ground forming Jace looked away, then held on to Lexon tighter, startled at the darkness before it slowly disappeared. Jace's mouth hung open as he looked around. Lexon slowly removed his arms and watched his little wolf slowly turn around and take in the beautiful scenery of the exotic lush green forest. As Jace turned further, he saw the waterfall that was narrow, but taller than anything his little wolf had ever seen before. Jace could hear the beautiful sound of all the exotic birds. Birds he's never heard before. The temp

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."

However, in that moment, a cold wave of fear crept up my spine. On that exact day last year… Someone really had died in that river.