Sheriff Riverdale Novels & Stories

Lyle said. Sheriff Reid Clifton had been the local sheriff for a long time. He is supposed to retire at the end of the summer. His wife passed away a few years ago from cancer and he was going to move out of state to be closer to his daughter and grandchild. This sleepy little town had seen it’s fair share of speeders and drunk drivers, kids pulling pranks, and under age drinking, but in his time as an officer he had only investigated a handful of murders.

He knows how inquisitive his son can be, he wouldn’t want him to get in trouble or be the next headline on the news “Sheriff’s son gets murdered” he would kill himself if that happened; Dylan is his own world at the moment. Saving people while still having his son to go back to is what is keeping him alive. After dealing with his teenage son and watching him drive off to school in the small Camry he got him for his 18th birthday, he got into his jeep and drove down to the woods. The officers were already attending to things; there was black and yellow tape almost everywhere. Tied to the trees leading to the crime scene, he parked behind a police car and got down from his car.

Okay, I basically screamed at him to leave me alone. The sheriff’s department had set up a makeshift command centre just outside the forest clearing. I watched from my window as Sheriff Daniels, a grizzled man with a face that spoke of years of hard living, scoured the scene. His furrowed brow and sharp eyes betrayed his growing frustration. He was convinced that the pack had a hand in the murders, and his gaze often lingered on our territory with a hint of suspicion.

She flew to the sky and the armies ran towards the city. It's the next day, at noon, the Elvers have been training non-stop, the sheriff has been informed about the revelations and she has taken it upon herself with a few other cops to inspect the borders into wales city closely, they have been inspecting for hours and there was nothing. Meanwhile Mr. Brown had organised a protest for the sheriff and Mayor to step down, still pained about his son's death. A few minutes later, multiple calls rang on the sheriff phone, about people dying suddenly.

“Transfer it to my office, please, if you can reach him. Thank you.” Surprisingly enough, the game warden answered almost immediately, and the call was transferred to Lindsay’s office. She closed the door behind her as she went in and sat down. “Warden Sims,” she said, “an incident has occurred on the Sycamore River that I think you should be made aware of. We have a group of teenagers here at the sheriff’s office. They are saying they were attacked by something in the water, and one of the girls has been hurt.”

she says smiling at everyone. (Third Person POV- Unknown to Abbie, Luna Mandy had already sent out the word, with Hunter being the first to get it through their mind link. "Hunter, sweetie. The Black Raven’s Creek Pack is here. Come say, hi, won't you?" she says happily as she hugs Abbie again before they start walking inside the pack house.

Sheriff Morgan’s POV “It’s good that someone still has a cool head here now” I said in agreement. So we all agreed to work on our various assignments. I have been the sheriff in Winster county for more than 10 years, there haven’t been any case of murder. I really have to get to the bottom of this matter I was brought back to reality by my phone beep. It is the mayor of Winster county, she wants to know my progress with the case. “Damn it! Everybody wants a piece” I said in annoyance.

After saving Diana from the cursed lake, Alexis, Martha, Steph, Drake and Dave went back with her to succor Thamer against the hybrid vampire Damon. It's time to take him down. His reign in the Newark town was about to end. His final last breath would soon to halt. " Let's hurry guys, Alexer and Mr. Reid were not our enemies, they help us with our plan to lured Damon here in the Riverdale" Diana told them ahead of time.

“Hey, dude, are you sleeping?” “Please shut the radio off, Clark. I can’t sleep.” Kevin replied with a weary voice. “You gotta hear this; bro! Isn’t it the gasoline station in Melancholy your nearby street?” Kevin felt alarmed and removed the handkerchief out of his face and seated properly. “Yeah, it’s just a few blocks from the house. Why is there something wrong?” “Listen to this.” I raised the volume of the radio enough he could clearly hear the news. “Several Green Hills 7th District Precinct’s Police Officers including our very own, Sheriff Stewart got severe wounds by their shooting operations from the three purportedly vampires killing at least six innocent people…” The Newscaster ad

Jack Willow is still visibly shaken when I lead her over to where I have the car parked. Out of the corner of my eye I see police cars approaching, so I help her into the car without a word, shutting the door behind me as I round the car to meet the policemenapproaching. "Carter," the taller among the policemen, says with a large grin as he approaches. I recognise him as the town's sheriff and nod in acknowledgement. "Sheriff Parker," I respond in kind, taking his outstretched hand in a firm handshake.