Tales Of Dark River Novels & Stories

The pitch-colored frost melted away, leaving only wet, ordinary timber behind. I opened my eyes, letting out a long, shuddering breath that rattled in my throat. My body was shaking violently from the adrenaline pouring through my blood. The entity in the river hadn't just sent a warning. Something else was in that water—something dark, ancient, and hunting. And as the ship continued its slow, blind crawl through the fog, I realized the horrifying truth: the river wasn't just a path to the mainland. It was a cage, and whatever was trapped inside it was starting to wake up.

"My car died about a mile back and the road just vanished behind me." "Sit down," he replied, already moving to the small kitchen area where a woodstove glowed red. He poured steaming coffee from a battered pot into a heavy ceramic mug and handed it to me, our fingers brushing. "Storm like this can last days. You're not going anywhere tonight." "I'm Nora Kane," I told him after the first careful sip burned pleasantly down my throat. "I'm a travel journalist. Supposed to be writing about people who choose to live off-grid, but I clearly picked the worst possible week to try it."

“Shut up, Marcus.” I cut him off irritably. “My patience has limits.” He dropped the playful act, pulled out a chair, and sat down with a serious expression. “Business, then. There’s been movement from the Dark River Pack.” I straightened up immediately. My Alpha battle instincts were fully awakened. The Dark River Pack was located on the edge of the Southern Alliance — always a venomous snake lurking in the swamp. Their old Alpha was a cunning bastard. On the surface, he was respectful toward Blood Moon Pack, but behind the scenes, he was constantly pulling dirty little tricks.

This felt like something from one of my nightmares, grateful it ended soon and I ended the meeting in a rush. At the end of the meeting River stood up immediately and turned to leave, I saw Jake say something, maybe her name or something but she was out the door in a minute with Tessa following close behind. This just confirmed to me that certainly something was up, I was aware Tessa and River grew up in the same small town in Texas. I definitely had to look into this, it was really dumb I care this much. Especially how I pushed her away but I couldn't imagine her and Jake together.

The river was deemed to be the deadliest river not because of the water flow, but simply because of the plants near it. The blue plants and grass that were buried along the river carried the higher toxin that could kill the dragon. And the plants were only located inside the Darkest Woodland, along with the river. Therefore, the Darkest Woodland was named to be one of the most dangerous forests in The Unknown. However, for someone immune to all types of poisons, Shadow had no problem breathing in the river direction. She was also the only one who created a safe space for the factory and the workers inside this dangerous forest.

Up ahead, the heavy rushing sound of water filled my ears. The Raven River. It was the border line. Beyond the dark, raging water lay The Deadwoods, a lawless, toxic neutral territory where no single pack held control. A place where outcasts, rogues, and dangerous things went to disappear. I didn't slow down. I threw myself straight off the muddy bank, plunging into the freezing, violent river. The cold water hit my burning skin like a shock, but I kicked with all my strength, fighting the heavy current as arrows whistled through the dark air above my head, splashing into the water around me.

❤️❤️ Unveiling River's Identity (Part 4) ❤️❤️ "Someone we are yet to know." Dark replied. "Royal doesn't even seem to know who River is." He added. "And how do you know that?" Green chip in. "He told me himself, he is searching for River to pass him or her a message and I don't know what the message is all about." Dark responded. "Well, Royal will eventually tell me what the message is all about when I pay him a visit." Ice told the rest.

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

She reached his face, soothing the side of his cheek with fingertips, and whispered, "Hey Jeff, tell me what happens, okay don't worry. Tell us." Jeffrey opened his mouth to talk, but no words came out. Lanah and Chaney waited and observed the man. He swallowed a lump, "He was lost in the dark river." "Who?" Lanah went white and nodded her head in understanding and stepped back. They were not alone, so she kept her comments to herself, meant only for him to hear. She doesn't want him to break down. But she asked him regardless. "The dark river has your human companion, the skinny one with blue eyes." He continued.

Tate’s worried expression greeted me. I forced a smile. I have to show that I am strong and that I can temporarily be their source of strength while we are still looking for Alpha Lennox. “You okay?” “I am. Thanks for the clothes.” He glanced at me. “It fits.” Looking around, I asked, “Where are we again?” “The Dark River. One of the deepest rivers in the country.” The Dark River was rumored to be the most number of people having suicidal attempts by throwing their own car here.