La Llorona: The Weeping Woman Novels & Stories

She had never been able to touch her wolf this way before. “Am I in heaven?” “No,” a gentle voice called. “You are in my realm.” Laura gasped. The woman was beautiful as she crossed the brook towards her, gliding across the surface of the water like a spirit. Long, silver curls spiraled around her shoulders and her eyes were as black as the night sky. As she drew closer, Laura recognized the glinting phases of the moon embroidered on the hem of her skirt. She trembled, realizing who the woman had to be: the moon goddess.

She inhaled the fragrance deeply and her wrinkled lips grinned widely, showing her scary black teeth. Mira arrived behind a big tree that could hide her. In front of her, a beautiful woman, with long light brown hair, white skin, and pointed ears was playing near a puddle of water. Lilly, her name is Lilly. Mira remembered it and was proud of herself for still remembering so many little things with her imperfect powers. "Where are the fish?" She heard the woman mumble softly. Her old but sharp eyes focused on the female's back. Mira used the last of her remaining strength, confident that she would get bigger and more power later.