Lachrymose Lake Novels & Stories

I added, staring intensely at the flowing lake under the moonlight. The lake shimmered beneath the silver gaze of the moon, its surface smooth and dark like polished obsidian. Moonlight danced gently on the water, creating ripples of light that sparkled with every soft breeze. The surrounding trees stood in silent silhouette, their shadows stretching long and quiet across the shoreline. It was a surreal view, and I wondered how he found it.

“That’s not right. Guys, look over there. Something’s glittering, isn’t it?” “It’s... it’s a person. Is that person running on the lake’s surface?” Moonlight Lake was huge, especially it formed a long, narrow gourd mouth on the east side, connecting the tributary to the sea. It was boundless at a glance. At this moment, a silhouette was running swiftly on the water, forming a trace of white, winding waves behind him, accompanied by the loud sound of the waves. “This person came here by treading on the waves at such a high speed. It’s simply unbelievable!”

If he judges me, or pities me, or laughs at me — I’m pretty sure it might break me more than any other reaction anyone has had to her. He grins and beckons me with a tilt of his head, leading me towards the tree line near the lake. I see this lake often on runs around the Silver Ridge pack borders, but I’ve never seen it up close. The crescent moon shape isn’t as noticeable as it is from higher elevations, but the way the redwood trees, the sun, and the clouds reflect in a perfect mirror image on the surface of the water is incomparable to anything I’ve seen before.

Larissa's shining face suddenly became dejected, "What does that mean?" Lake sighed for a moment, then he held very tight to her tiny hand on her lap, "I have to go tonight. Because my vacation is over." "You're gonna leave me?" "I didn't —" Larissa let go of Lake's arm, even turning her face away from him with a little lowered voice. The sadness was overwhelming him at this moment. "Larissa, please hear me out first. I'll visit this place often, I promise." A single tear sank down Larissa's cheeks, and then it turned into a sparkling pearl in the palm of her hand. She again gave way to tears, causing her palms to be filled with pearls.

1802 John stood still as he saw it happen again. On the surface of the Lake, there was a figure. A figure, trapped behind a barricade, moving round and round, chanting, then it would try to step past it but the barricade didn't let it through. He rose a hand to wipe his eyes but when he looked again, he saw the same thing happen over and over again. He looked around and looked back at the Lake and still saw the exact same thing. He began to laugh. He laughed so hard, the creature got tired of simply ignoring the noise, and looked up to see who the noisy Mortal was.

That's what made the lake silver. While, the other rumor was that it was Moon Goddess's tears as she wept one day after many wolves died in a war. "But no one knows what exactly this lake is for or how it was formed! I have a doubt that mom knows about it but she doesn't tell any of us. " Orpheus told me. This earned a growl from the angry Elrond who gave him a glare to shut his mouth. I realized he was not comfortable with his brother telling me about anything their mother had told me.

"Um… the one you created? Duh." I laughed. She was such a little troublemaker. As she dragged me along, the path lit up beneath our feet. Fireflies and glowing plants swayed around us. We walked toward a crystal-clear lake that shimmered with golden light. The water looked alive—like liquid magic. "This lake…" Ruby said softly. "This is the lake you created with your power. It carries your essence. When we are weak or wounded, we drink from it to regain our strength. It keeps us alive."

It was a side of us that would be reserved solely for them. I was not celibate, but I could honestly say that none of those females had ever gotten even a bit of my heart. Blood Lake was situated in a forested area. It wasn’t anything special. The most interesting part of the landscape was the large lake that had special crystals naturally embedded in it. They were called Blood Crystals because of their crimson color. They were sometimes used in rituals but were also just nice to look at. The crystals gave the lake a red glow to it, hence the name Blood Lake.

Ishida and Rhina were journeying down the steadily declining slope of Mount Siwalai, walking hand in hand. They had journeyed past the meditating sage of Mount Siwalai, making as little sound as possible as they went. The sun was now about halfway between the uppermost part of the sky and the horizon. Below them was a valley in which a vast lake stood in between the feet of Mount Siwalai and Mount Nawarat. The lake’s water was clear blue, enriched by mineral deposits that came flowing down the slopes of the Holy Mountains every spring in the form of melted snow: water.

After they were safely on the ground, the driver pulled his lizard to the side and parked the carriage. Jai and Greta approached the guard, who straightened up and smiled at them. “Good morning, sir and madam. May I know your business in Heaven’s Tear?” “Heaven’s Tear?” Jai looked confused. “That’s the real name of this lake. Taken from the name of Lady Ariana’s skill that caused this lake years ago. Since the Lady is mostly known as the Priestess of White, this lake is often called White Lake,” Greta explained to him.