Tribe Of Rushing Water Novels & Stories

Olivia and Amelia gasped. The mother river glowed red. It was stunning under the light of the moon. “Stunning, isn’t it?” Laura said “I’ve never seen anything like it,” Amelia whispered. “We’re the only race of water wolf, that we know of. We have a deep connection to our mother river, the Red River.”

he adds. Before she can ask, Kai bursts through the tree line and out onto an open valley, surrounded by brightly coloured flowers and a crystal blue lake, completely different from the large stream closer to the Raseri Tribe territory. Those waters looked clean but somehow looked dirty at the same time as something had tainted the water but deep within. “Just beyond that mountain there is the start of the Wolfmane Tribe, we should reach it before dusk.” Over that mountain – her new home awaits. ~*~

Darryl was surprised and couldn't help but laugh. Before he could speak, Natalie continued. “Let me tell you, Darryl. Our Raksasa Tribe has been exiled for a few thousand years. Do you know how our clansmen lived for a few thousand years? We fought against the heavens, the adverse environment, and the ferocious beasts. Our Raksasa Tribe has endured too much cruelty for a few thousand years.” “And now, we've finally become strong enough to cross the Chaotic Mountain Range and take back everything we've lost. Yet, you're telling me that there's no point in sitting down. Do you think that's possible?”

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

Far off in the distance, I could hear the sound of water gushing and roughly hitting rocks. The peaceful but aggressive sound of water soon led us to a beautiful sight of nature. A waterfall gushing The sound of water was the sobbing, and the constant flowing of water was the weeping . This could be an ambush. They could be somewhere hiding and looking for us. Witches are not exactly the kindest of people and are known for their cunning plans . They could be waiting for us, guns blazing.