What The River Knows: A Novel Novels & Stories

"Uhm sometimes, the Alpha overworks us." "I don't think i like our Alpha very much," Ro huffed. "No, i mean i overwork myself too much. Appreciate the alpha, he's a great person," he said quickly, making Ro look at him skeptically. "So you found the river at the library?" he continued speaking. "I read about it there. The river is the only place that comes from the Artemis waterfalls. I heard that place is beautiful," Ro sighed. "It is," he replied absentmindedly. "Hmm how do you know?"

Dolly and her best friend Chesa go on a trip to visit the enchanted river, unaware of the strange happenings in the community living close to it. What will happen if their quest for paradise leads to desperate attempts to survive? and will they ever return home from the nightmare? Black River– Apocalypse Uprising will be centered on a new region and new characters. Can you guess where it will be? It will lead to the conclusion of this book. Can you guess how its finale will end and what the second book of the series will look like?

It's clean and organized. I saw a human-size mirror. I asked my mom many times but she refused that I'll break. So I took the advantage and stood in front of the mirror and took many selfies. There was a study table with a lot of books and a laptop lying on that with a night lamp. I saw many comic books on his shelf. I never knew he was an addict. Because I spotted the "Tower of God" up to its last month edition. I wandered around for some time and took my phone to pass the time till he comes.

I got upstairs and entered the room that is supposed to be mine. It was a beautiful room with big glass windows connecting to the big balcony. The balcony was directly facing the woods. I opened the window glass and entered the balcony. It was so cold here as I shivered when the wind blew by. I looked at the jungle. There was every kind of animal sounds coming from there. But what was clear was the sound of a stream.

He halted at the house, observed it for a moment and continued down to the large, white building. “What's so important about that building?” “The gold river, they call it.” “Why?” “If the stories are true, gold was discovered here at the bottom of the river.” “That's why, they call it a golden river.” “The building was painted in a golden color.” The drummer returned. She looked at them with a puzzled look. “I thought, that you have left,” she said after a break. “No,” Aster replied. “I found a great spot.” “Where?” “Near the willows.”

All that was left was to shake on our deal of devilry and destruction. River's massive hand engulfed mine, hot and calloused. His grin held only cruelty and ambition's vicious delight. We had found our match in each other - the demented and the damned. "I will wait eagerly for the day your purpose comes to fruition, Kristy," River purred as I made my withdrawal. "Rarely have I encountered one with such delicious ruthless vision as you." He laughed, his admiring tone raised bile in my throat, but I merely inclined my head, unwilling to show weakness before the beast whose bloody services now belonged to me.

After knowing the truth and lies behind their eyes, my wolf underwent further investigation - meddling in their personal lives and I found out the ability was not simply a coincidence but a gift, which I believe comes from the moon goddess. So, out of curiosity, I applied the ability to our ruthless, manipulative, and cold-hearted alpha. It so happens that I managed to read about one of the heinous crimes he did to get the alpha position. And as far as I could remember, I only confessed to three wolves about his crime. To my parents and my fated mate, Malia. "Wait... What about Mapa and Papa?" my conscience started to feel the rising tide of fear from my head to toe while staring Randolph in

I stood up and started pacing, “So where exactly am I? And how do I get out of here?” She went to her side table and started rummaging through the drawer. I waited a few moments before she pulled out an old sugar paper map. She laid it out across the coffee table and I stared at it with wide eyes. It looked like a whole map of North America. Rachelle chuckled, “I know. It’s a whole kingdom and it’s insane.” She pointed to a spot in the top right corner of the map. “This is where we are,” and she moved to a spot on the left corner. “This is where the werewolves are,” and she continued moving her hands across the map showing me where all the species were located.

It was like he didn't hear me enter the bedroom. River finished the paragraph he was on before he glanced up at me. “Reading,” he said. River looked down, but then his head snapped back up. The book dropped from his hands, and his lips parted. Even though he laid on his stomach with his ankles crossed, I saw his chest rise and fall. His breathing became erratic as his eyes explored me head to toe.

With love, Calla Loren River – POV When I held her book in my hands for the first time, something strange happened. I didn’t feel old. I didn’t feel replaced. I felt home. Because her voice didn’t cancel mine—it continued it. And that’s what stories do when they’re loved well. They echo. James – POV “Do you think Rachel would be proud?” I asked River as we walked home that night. River looked up at the stars. “I don’t know,” they said softly. “But I think she’d be quiet.” “Why?” “Because sometimes pride is too big for words.”