Tribe Of Rushing Water Novels & Stories

She spoke resolutely, her gentle hazel eyes now filled with hatred. Howling Tribe was my mother's family territory, and the current Alpha of Howling Tribe was her younger brother. We avoided the crowd and walked along the edge of the cliff. My mother transformed into a black wolf and carried me on her back, moving swiftly towards the direction of the Howling Tribe. Before long, we reached the border of the Crescent Moon Tribe. There was a river ahead, called the Lacey River. Once we crossed that river, we reached the Wuthering Tribe.

I think to myself. My howling gets louder, and more melodic, as I feel the connection to the surrounding waters start to form. Water starts to leech from the soil and plants surrounding the clearing, collecting at my feet. The sound of rushing water reaches the clearing and that’s when the rogues know that they are in trouble. The water sweeps them off their feet, swirling and tossing them within its depths. I see Titan running alongside the water, obviously concerned about us. Dad! What are you doing? I mind link to Titan.

The not-an-ordinary-wolf part, I believed, but saying she wasn't like us, was wrong. The Shaman claimed she was closer to the goddess, but we knew that only Spirit Wolves were that way, and Sam did not have metallic coloured fur to classify her as a Spirit Wolf. Was she a crossbreed? The shaman said spirit wolves don't crossbreed, so it left us with a huge dilemma.

I lowered my gaze with an effort and decided to remain silent even though I had the nagging desire to demand why I was being kept hostage and what it was they claimed I was owing them. I only wished that the Moon Goddess led Alpha Kai and his entourage to the tribe. My mind reminded me again of the pack members I had seen outside and the feeling of sympathy was again aroused in me. I wondered where they had water to drink. We had galloped through hills and valleys and thick dry bushes but not once had I seen a swamp or a lagoon or a river. There had been no water body at all.

Where Rivers Remember Water surged from the broken statue like a living thing—rushing, swirling, climbing the banks without touching the trees. It swept through the clearing in a spiral, circling Mireya without soaking her feet. The drowned dropped their heads to the ground, whispering in tongues older than land. Bastian grabbed Mireya’s hand, trying to pull her back. “You’re not doing this,” he said. “This is them. This is their flood, not yours!”

Alpha Kalil mindlinked us and I felt a thorn finally pulled out of my heart. I looked at Nix who slowed down and so did the others. I can hear the birds chirping and the waters smashing to the surface of rocks. The smell of the fresh sea and stinky fishes. The clamor of drunk wolves and their battles grunts. Our paws slowly buried into the fine white sand. We have arrived at the Oceania tribe. I approached Mua and gestured to put down the basket so that I could carry it. “You can take a peek now,” Nix mindlinked the kids. “But don’t come out yet, we still need to walk past the guards.”

“Battleaxe tribe? Where the hell is that?” “They are not in one region. It’s a floating territory. One couldn't attain the passage without passing the massive land of mangroves and in the far end behind an enormous cliff. Impossible for the humans to pass without risking the angry waves of the Dark Ocean below. The small community was literally floating inside the enormous cave." "Another cave?"

Mugs clinked in the firelight, ale spilling in merry drops onto the earth, sealing the toast with the scent of fermented grains and shared resolve. Lira's envoys mingled freely now, their river-slick furs brushing against our cliff-hardened pelts, laughter bubbling up as stories crossed clan lines—tales of legendary swims through raging torrents, countered by our accounts of scaling sheer rock faces under storm-lashed skies. The pack's bond thrummed with a tentative expansion, faint tendrils reaching toward these water kin, testing the waters of trust we'd just pledged to navigate together.

Danica shoved her not knowing if she was real or not. “Freaking run!” Danica shouted as she spun her sister around with her free hand. The group raced off into the jungle, the rushing water closely behind them. The archway quickly came into view. Danica glanced back over her shoulder hoping the water was slowing down but it was still coming full force at them. How much water could come from the cave. It was like the entire ocean was after them. Ariadne stumbled forward catching her foot on a vine, she was falling towards the ground as Patrick hand caught her and pulled her up right. She didn't miss a step, thankful to Patrick and kept going forward. They ducked under the arch way and raced t

Remus nodded, glad that Lyall actually thinks sometimes. “Turns out, there was an island about thirteen kilometres away–” Lyall stopped and searched for a map within Remus’s room. When he found one, he laid it in front of Remus and Zeeb and used his fingers to show the point of distance from the cliff to the island he was talking about. “–the closest island to where the cliff ends and where we think the Hybrid swam into is Casiafell.”