River Wild Novels & Stories

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.

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:

Her sky-blue eyes drilled holes behind Hakan’s head, flashing the three muscular men a smirk whenever their eyes would wander over to where she was. “Then, I’ll be leaving Richard in charge while I go out to the city. Check the borders, I’ve been hearing talks about rogue wolves roaming around the forest from our hunters.” The man called Richard stepped up before bowing his head, as he received orders from his alpha. The three burly men left immediately when Hakan dismissed the group, turning around to face Skye with her arms crossed and looking bored.

They had work, and I had been running these mountains my entire life. I was home from college, and they knew I needed to let my wolf out for a while. Our house was on the edge of our Pack lands and west of Salmon, Idaho. The Frank Church-River of No Return Wilderness Area was a short run away, and beyond that was the biggest remaining roadless area in the Lower 48. The name originated when Lewis and Clark tried to take the Salmon River west. They couldn't get past the rapids and couldn't paddle back upstream either. It's a pack hunting ground for us. Now that grey wolves have protection, we can run without being in danger of a rancher shooting us on sight. There are mule deer, antelope, and

Lila POV My wolf pulls free of the current eventually, and we break out of the top of the river, gasping for air around the backpack. We end up being pulled farther and farther down the river, not able to get out of the current to either side. My legs ache, and tiredness takes over with every brush of water against us. The only good thing is that Rizor is unlikely to find me now. The dreadful thing is that rivers like this can only end in two ways—one could be a pretty lake, and the other a deadly waterfall.

I have heard rumours that there is another shifter hanging around my pack territory, and I need to go check it out, I have no idea what shifter it is or anything really, I know is she is a female, but a rouge is a rouge no matter female or male and we do not tolerate rouges in my pack land. As I went looking for the intruder, I come across a stunning chestnut filly drinking water from one out creek. She was one of the most stunning creatures I have ever laid my eyes on. I have been looking at getting myself a nee horse to bring on to have something for myself to do to take some away from alpha deities, she looks perfect, I bet she will be a right handful, but she is a challenge I am wanting

Dan opens another beer and drinks half of it in one go. They talk about safe things likes, places they have gone. “I once had a very nice time, water cave diving out in Bali” River says smiling and looking out the window. “Time sure is odd, isn’t it? Just last week, I thought everything was rosy and now. Hell, I don’t know what the hell happened!” River says waving her beer bottle through the air.

"Wоrkѕ fоr mе." The Rіvеr was a flоwіng сhаnnеl оf wаtеr maybe 15 fееt wіdе аnd 4 ½ fееt dеер. It hаd a gооd сurrеnt thаt was maintained bу undеrwаtеr jеtѕ. It wеnt іn a giant сіrсlе аrоund thе раrk. It was a fаvоrіtе for реорlе whо just lіkеd tо relax.

She never really thought very deeply about it. After crying and pinching her arm until it was red, River got to her feet. She only had one shoe on. It would make walking difficult so she took it off and just decided socks would have to do. She took stock of her surroundings. It was warm with a cool breeze, much like home had been. She was in a clearing, though this one was different. There was a little, babbling stream with clear water. River knew it wasn’t safe to drink most water, but she was thirsty from screaming.