Grettir's Pool Novels & Stories

"In due time, Elara. First, you must face what lies within this abyss." "What do you mean?" The Guardian pointed to the pool. "This is no ordinary water. It reflects not just one's physical form, but their very soul. To return to the world above, you must confront your deepest fears and desires." Taking a deep breath, Elara approached the pool. The water's surface rippled, and an image began to form. She saw herself, but not as she was now. This Elara was older, hardened by battle, with scars and a fierce determination in her eyes. Beside her stood Darius, their hands intertwined.

“Wait. We need proof.” Selene growled. “And I’ll get it.” She summoned the witches. Under the light of the full moon, they opened the Pool of Memories ; a sacred, shimmering lake that revealed truth. Selene threw Irisa’s dagger into the pool. The water shifted. An image formed. Irisa, walking through the keep. Following someone. A figure in shadow. They turned, face revealed in the reflection of a blade. Selene gasped. “Callen.” He stood behind her now, slowly backing away.

The warriors bowed to the man before answering, "The mission is complete, Mr. Fritz. Now, we just need to wait for the right moment." "Very good." The man nodded, then turned and made his way through the estate until reaching its innermost section, where a large pool lay. The pool resembled a bath but was filled with blood-red liquid. It emitted a faintly metallic, bloody scent, and the atmosphere around it was oppressively heavy.

The reflection staggered back, gasping—but didn’t bleed. “Enough of this,” Kaelen growled, seizing his fallen sword. “You’re a trick.” The reflection’s smile deepened. “You keep saying that, as if words make it true.” They clashed again, steel to steel, each impact echoing across the cliffs. The ground trembled beneath them. With every strike, the pools rippled wider, spreading silver light like veins through the soil. Mireya regained her footing. She shouted over the chaos, “Kaelen! Look at the pools—every blow feeds it! She’s pulling power from you both!”

Dimitri gave her wet, almost naked body an appraising look as she covered herself with the gown. “Follow me,” he spoke as he twisted his head and walked out. He took her out to the other pool and smiled. “This one is much better, isn’t it?” he spoke as he pointed at the horizon. Kira, who had seen this pool from a distance, gasped. It was mesmerizing. The pool must be twenty feet long, and at the end of it, there were huge railings, that rose as high as fifty feet. The railings were painted silver and were shining in the sun, and were not far apart. One could extent arms or legs out of the railings but not the whole body.

It should have been horrific. But the wolf didn't distinguish between the heat of battle and the heat of desire. They were two sides of the same coin—survival and creation. Death and life. We arrived at the grotto. It was a natural pool fed by a thermal vent, hidden by a curtain of weeping willows. The water steamed in the cool night air, smelling faintly of sulfur and minerals. Jax waded in, still carrying me. The water was hot, a shock that quickly turned into a soothing balm for my aching muscles. He lowered me until I was standing, the water lapping at my waist.

“How was your sleep, milady?” “Not quite good, but my body is rejuvenated, thanks to your magic pool outside,” The expression on his face suddenly changed and furrowed his brows. “What do you mean, magic pool?” “The one that sat to the left, that crystal pool was glowing after I bathed in it,” “You bathed in it? In sacred Amuasa?” She became confused. “that pool is sacred?” suddenly, he grabbed her by the arms and shook her a little. “What did you do? What did you make a wish for? Tell me, Georgette!”

It was a bizarre illusion of security, but it was the closest thing to a home I had ever known. Late that afternoon, the heat from the accumulated stress made my body sweat underneath the sweatshirt. I walked out to the terrace balcony and rested my hips against the glass railing, looking at the massive private pool of the penthouse, its blue water glittering under the Chicago sun. Gretchen stood near the sliding door, her arms crossed. "Gretchen," I called out, tucking my brown hair behind my ear. "It's very hot. Am I allowed to use the pool?" Gretchen evaluated me with those stern eyes, checking the suspended deck before responding in her mechanical voice:

I want my father to come in from cutting the grass and plop into his recliner by the sofa, the smell of sweat and sunshine and fresh cut lawn filling up the living room. “You will see them again, sooner than you think.” Athena comforts. I know we have to move quickly so I pull myself out of my daydreams and slip on my leather pack. “Go back to where we bathed.” Athena instructs. When I reach the chamber where the bathing pool was, I am surprised to see flowers springing up where Gigantor disintegrated. I have no idea how I’m supposed to make peace with someone so hell bent on extracting their blood oath payment, or why his creepy body dust would result in a cluster of bluebonnets.

Atticus seems either excited about my curiosity or about the cave it’s self. “That my dear friend is known as Hecate’s tears it’s said she protects these waters this Rockpool is a sacred place for us magic users we use hecate’s tears or the waterfall if you will for powerful spells this body of water also doubles up as moon water. You can not enter the cavern unless the high priestess invites you to do so” “Oh I see have you ever been in there whats it like?” “Nope not yet hopefully one day in this life time”