Grettir's Pool Novels & Stories

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”

Right in the middle lay the sacred pool. I blinked, my jaw going slack against Ronan's shoulder. The water looked nothing like I'd expected. Completely crystal clear, it seemed to glow from the very bottom, catching the bright, blinding rays of the full moon that poured straight down through the gap in the trees above. The effect was ethereal, almost otherworldly. Faint, ghostly tendrils of steam rose from the surface, curling around the dark rocks at the edges like pale fingers reaching for something just out of grasp. Without a word, Ronan stepped off the grassy bank and walked straight into the water, still clutching me tightly in his arms. His confidence never wavered, as if he'd done th

Tonight, I pushed through the yew branches myself. The clearing opened quietly around me. The pool was smaller than I’d imagined, a perfect circle of black water ringed by smooth stone. Old runes were carved into the rim, worn soft with age. Witchlights—soft blue orbs—floated at ankle height, drifting lazily over moss like low, patient stars. Above, the moon hung full and heavy, its reflection cutting a silver path across the pool. My cloak rustled as I moved toward the water’s edge. My dress wasn’t elaborate—Mooncrest blue, simple lines, sleeves to my wrists—but it felt more like something I’d chosen than anything anyone had ever draped on me. The crescent at my throat tingled, a warm, anti

"Eventually, he fled from the chapel and dived into a nearby lake, specifically prepared for him as a pool. Unaware that this pool contained the blood of seven ancient predators, including Vorlithar, Nyxthar, Zyphoros, Xanithar, Lurkloth, Draekrith, and Vyragoth! It was there that he died before my very eyes. However, after a brief period, he resurfaced from the pool, crawling toward a place where he could lie. Squirming and moaning helplessly, while the women continued their incantation.

“He is my escort. If you please, Mrs. Rustess, we are in a tight schedule. I’m informed of the mandrakes. How are they a trouble so far for the farm?” The woman looked annoyed. “They keep trying to get into the water. We know what that can bring. That’s why we try to fill the water in the south east lake to get rid of them. But three people to fill up even a small lake is not enough.” “If there’s a trouble like this, you should’ve sent a request to the Adventurer’s Guild or the Ministry. But I haven’t received any reports about this,” Greta said.

Rhea froze, startled, then rolled her eyes. “What kind of ridiculous question is that?” Silence pressed in. “Everyone knows it’s the light,” she snapped. At her words, brilliance burst through the chamber. She blinked rapidly as the glow revealed a vast hall. At its center lay a fish-shaped aquamarine pool, the water gleaming as though lit from within. A heavy door carved with the image of a shark stood on one wall, flanked by two giant terracotta pots overflowing with exotic flowers. The rest of the walls were adorned with shells—tortoise, oyster, starfish—gleaming faintly as if still alive.

My heart pounded so loudly I was certain the Goddess herself could hear it. I reached the center of the pool, where the water rose to my chest. Only then did I realize my hands were shaking. The Priestess lifted her staff and struck the stone once. The sound echoed through the chamber. The air shifted. A low hum filled the space, vibrating through my bones. The runes beneath the water flared brighter, and the pool began to glow from below, casting silver and gold light over my skin. “Close your eyes, Aria Silvercrest,” the Priestess said. “And listen.”

The stone door at the end of the corridor glowed faintly as she approached. She placed her hand against it. The pendant on her chest warmed. With a deep rumble, the door opened. Kael drew his sword instinctively. Beyond the threshold lay a room made entirely of moonstone. A pool sat in the center, its waters shimmering like liquid stars. Aria stepped forward, drawn to the glow. “What is this?” Kael whispered. “A memory pool,” she said slowly. “They used to record visions... and prophecies.” She knelt beside it, dipping her fingers into the water.

I added, and as I spoke, a section of the floor beneath the carvings began to glow with a deep, liquid light that revealed a perfectly still pool of water caught in a basin of roots. "Is that a Root-Pool? Hestia said they could show you things that are happening above ground if you know how to look," Vaelor said, and he knelt down by the edge of the water while I leaned over his shoulder to see the surface begin to ripple and clear.