Grettir's Pool Novels & Stories

Ezra and Silvara stir beneath the surface, alert but strangely quiet, as though they sense something sacred is about to occur. Gretel lays out two candles—one black, one silver—and a thin dagger etched with runes older than the moon goddess herself. “Place a drop of blood in the bowl,” she instructs. “Both of you.” Without hesitation, Corbin pricks his finger, as does Anika. Their blood drops mix in the obsidian bowl, fizzing slightly as Gretel chants in a language neither of them understands. She throws the herbs into the flame of the black candle, causing smoke to swirl in unnatural patterns.

It perfectly contrasted to the earlier room we just materialized in. This particular room had an open roof that showed the eternal lightning bolts of Sattus and right overhead, a magical inlet of water caught my eye. The glowing liquid fell down like a waterfall towards a large pool. Its size almost consumed the space of the room. The King of Sattus, still holding his beloved scythe, pointed to the glowing blue pool and said, “You want to save her right, then soak her there.” “I thought you are neutral,” I cocked a brow. I was happy he was helping us, but still this left me wondering why.

Caspian took us to the basement of the house while Kiba and Roka left on the up to guard the house. In the center of the basement was a pool. “This is the water that Lord Fenrir gave to me. I need to drop your blood in it Kayah. Please drop some blood as I chant.” Sheila had walked up to me. She handed me her own pocket knife to which I took almost unwillingly. The reluctance was not an option. I sliced my palm, flinching at the sting before letting drops of my blood mix into the pool.

"We have fought against our true selves for far too long." Together, Amelia, the werewolf, and the transformed werewolves ventured deeper into the Forgotten Woods. Guided by their instincts and the whispers of the forest, they navigated through treacherous terrain and enchanted obstacles. Finally, they arrived at the sacred pool, a shimmering oasis nestled within a clearing. The waters glowed with a gentle luminescence, promising salvation to those in need. The werewolf leader stepped forward, his paws sinking into the pool's calm surface, and a wave of radiant energy rippled through the water.

The question barely escaped my lips, my voice a mere whisper. Shirer's expression turned grave, her eyes glinting like stars in the night sky. "The pool has a spell cast by Nimue. If Derek has any malicious intentions, the pool will drain his life force. It's a drastic measure, but necessary." The words hung in the air like a death sentence, the weight of their implications crushing. I felt a surge of anxiety, my heart racing like a wild animal. Derek walked past me, his eyes fixed on the pool, his footsteps echoing through the silence. The trees seemed to loom over us, their branches creaking ominously in the wind.

--- The Blood That Remembers Greta laid out three bowls: Moon water Salt Bloodroot ash The air thickened. “Your birthright isn’t just power,” Greta said to Lillieth. “It’s memory. The ember your mother hid carries history.” Lillieth’s breath tightened. “Show me.” Greta nodded. “Give me your hands.” Draven stiffened. “If she gets hurt—” “She won’t,” Greta snapped. “But she has to see.” Lillieth placed her hands palms up over the bowls.

“Because of this, I heard water dripping from the cave and dripping into deep underground pools. As he turned the corner, he was startled to see a pale yellow flash in front of him. The tunnel narrows and the bottom of the passage rises slightly towards the slope. He was holding a bolt gun in his right hand. His head rose above the height of the hall and a strange sight appeared. He saw another large cave looking down from a high hole in the side, below which was a huge body of water covered with a cave floor. Algae swirled like a mist trapped in the black, oily surface of the water. This was the one that gave the yellow-green light. Ripples spread from where beads of moisture, like saliva,

A valley hidden between two peaks, its entrance obscured by a curtain of silver mist. "The Origin's Grove," my mother says. "I have not been here since I was a pup." We enter the grove. The trees are ancient, their bark silver, their leaves glowing with soft light. The ground is covered in moss that sparkles like crushed stars. The air hums with a frequency that vibrates in my bones. At the center of the grove, a pool of liquid silver. "The Origin Pool," my mother says. "It is said that the first wolf emerged from these waters."

If it were something she needed to know, he would eventually tell her. After hours of riding, close to twilight, they finally reached the base of a small mountain. The air smelled like rotten eggs, and Ayla put a gloved hand against her nose. Kerra appeared to be close to vomiting. “What is this awful place?” Ayla asked. “It smells like at least five trolls have died and been left to rot here.” Rhobart laughed. “Natural hot springs.” Several meters in front of them were at least ten natural pools of different sizes, and close to them, built from stone, were several cabins. Magic crystals were placed around the pools.

I muttered as the memory of Sweeney’s head being crushed under the giant’s feet reappeared in my mind. “Ah, yes. You’ve encountered balor,” He said with a chuckle and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Everyone who has met him is both terrified and awestruck,” “I’m disgusted. He aided the annihilation of an entire realm and for what?” “Well… we didn’t come here to talk about him. Come, you must feel exhausted from all the heat. The pool’s a few miles away from here.” He replied and pointed in the direction of the waterfall I had seen earlier.