The River Why Novel Novels & Stories

" Tristan said excitedly as he threw his arms around Cyrus and the large Beta chuckled. .... Needing to use the bathroom, River slipped away from the lake and found a private area to relieve himself. No matter how hard he tries, River can't get the look on his mate's face out of his head. It held anger and disgust, and it was all directed at him... Why? 'Am I really that bad? Am I ugly? I didn't realize I was.' River thought to himself. He never thought of his appearance while they lived in the woods. It's not like he had access to a mirror, so he hadn't looked at himself in so long. No one had ever told him he was ugly, so he wasn't aware that he was. It made his chest tighten even more and

Compared to Yara, it would be easier to deal with the despondent Clive. He used the excuse of drinking to leave a mind and soul mark on Yara before leaving. However, things did not work out for Klondike. River, who was supposed to be more powerful than Clive in every way, was killed by Clive with one swing of the sword. The mind and soul mark he left on Yara had also led Wilbur to Yara. Wilbur was shocked to hear that River had tried to force himself on Yara before perishing. Had he shown too little concern for River? He had no idea that River liked men.

Before I can give it back, two little girls run up and touch my sleeve, staring at me as though touching me might bring them a blessing. I smile and hold the honey out to Mr. Doyle. “I don't deserve gifts today.” The girls exchange confused looks. For a second, I almost laugh. They have no idea how wrong they've got me. I take the long way, down past the river, because I need to see it with my own eyes. I stand at the bank for a long time, staring at water, nothing like the black, endless sea in my memory. This river is narrow enough to skip a stone across—no waves, no undertow, nothing that could drag a seven-year-old girl under.

The fact that we are taking about humans and a possible realm boggles my mind but the truth is all there. And this time, I finish the truth for them. The truth that could possibly explain why River hasn’t shifted. “Because River is human”

“Orders? You tried to kill your own son!” Eli tilted his head. “He didn’t try hard enough. You got lucky. Someone found you before we could finish the job.” River’s breathing quickened. His thoughts raced, fragments of memory flickering through his mind, the explosion, the smoke, the hand pulling him out from the rubble. He’d thought it was random luck. A miracle. Now it all made sense. “You bastards,” he whispered. Eli crouched in front of him, meeting his eyes. “You should’ve stayed dead, River. But no, you had to crawl back, start poking around again, get close to people you shouldn’t.”

He waited for a break in the throng and then joined the steady stream of bodies that moved as one long entity, a colossal snake made of many different parts. He swept past the many shops and restaurants that lined River Street. Mostly tacky tourist places where you could get cheap T-shirts and hats, sweet shops with pralines and ice cream. Eventually he disentangled himself, a single scale flaking off the snake’s hide. He walked off toward the water, leaning on the railing. A riverboat chugged along toward the Talmadge Bridge, people lining the decks and snapping pictures. People with normal lives; people whose houses weren’t infested with spirits; people who weren’t responsible for the deat

But suddenly. “Mommy, Daddy.” A cry from a little girl echoes right in front of him and from the other end of the bridge. The night that is deep and quiet makes the crying echoes. The burning cars in front of them and the smell of intoxicating burns are raising. He stops crying, now pitying the little girl that just got his attention. He turns his gaze in front and saw the little one dressed in red, full of wounds, and crying hard. Her cheeks are red from crying and her nose seems to swell because of the same reason. The lights from the bridge made him see her clearly, or perhaps he is only seeing himself from her.

Then one day, she saw me by the river. ANYA: (laughs) Oh, that explains why you were named River. RIVER: (laughed a little) Literally ANYA: (saw his face then stopped smiling) I'm sorry. RIVER: I get that a lot. ANYA: Can you continue with the story please? (gave him a puppy eye) RIVER: (laughs) You suck at that (laughs) ANYA: Tch...it's worth a try

She did so in the constant hope that he would be okay after the accident. It is correct to say that Jerry has not passed away. A river can be found deep within that chasm, which is a fortunate find. In the beginning, the water was relatively shallow; however, as a result of the storm that night, the river rose, which allowed Jerry to avoid being cut down by the scythe of death. Indeed, due to the intense amount of precipitation, the river water carried Jerry downstream with it. At long last, someone tracked him down, but unfortunately, it wasn't someone who cared about him as much as Miss White did.

AQUA After River uttered those words, I drew in a deep breath, attempting to mask the rapid drumming of my heart. His gaze was filled with such sincerity and hope that, for a fleeting moment, I almost forgot all the reasons I was fighting him for. Guilt gnawed at my chest because I knew if it was under normal circumstances, I should have been over the moon for finding the man who was the perfect fit for my incomplete soul. Yet now, all I yearned for was to escape and never look back. I pushed down my wolf's protests and pressed firmly against his chest, channeling every ounce of strength I had, hoping he would relent. Surprisingly, River didn't resist my silent demand and shifted away from m