Lady Of The Lake Review Novels & Stories

“Possessive much?” He chuckled, low and dark, sending a shiver down her spine. “Possession and devotion often look the same, little wolf.” They reached a clearing where the moonlight spilled like liquid silver across the earth. The mist parted, revealing a small lake that shimmered with ethereal light. Aria gasped softly, momentarily forgetting her irritation. The lake looked like something out of legend, as if the goddess of the moon herself had blessed the waters. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered.

This was where I had come to meet those girls, to fulfill my task to the shopkeeper. The girls had told me that stepping into the lake on a full moon would reveal something about your past, present, and future. I don't believe them to be lying about that part--but I now know that I hadn't received the full story, either. I stood at the base of the lake, staring down into its dark depths. It was beautiful in an ancient kind of way, in a way that sends goosebumps scattering along your skin. Dark hues of black, blue and purple swirled and combined. The silver flecks within the surface drifted in clusters, looking like stars in the night sky.

He did that in the house he lived in in Florida too, so Liam says. “And this,” Liam said, breaking me out of my thoughts. “This is the main attraction,” he slid open the glass doors behind the kitchen revealing a lake that glistened so gloriously under the light that beamed from the sun that had began to set. “Wow,” I breathed. “This is so beautiful,” I said, walking out of the cabin and towards the water. “I could just stay here all night long”. “Last one in is a rotten egg,” Liam yelled from behind me as he ran toward the water, taking off a piece of clothing as he got closer to the lake.

How did he know that? I rolled my eyes as I watched him place the pastries before me. “Who doesn’t know the only son of Moses Braddson, who is married to London Vanderford? I’m kinda a fan of London.” “You wanna meet her?” He went to take something from the ref. I shrugged and took a sip. “I don’t wanna fangirl and humiliate you.” Lake laughed out loud before he sipped his coffee. “I like her. She’s funny, passionate, sometimes childish. She’s driven, stubborn, and always fights with Striker, but she loves my cousin very much.”

This time, it is a woman with white hair, seated in contemplation. "Is this you?" I turn to the woman with the lantern. She smiles her cryptic smile at me again, her gaze holding the weight of a millennia, remains elusive, leaving the answer suspended in the cavern's mystic embrace. She takes me further yet into the cave and after some time, we come to a barrier of water. A lake actually. And boy is it a strange one. “The lake, it’s glowing!” I whisper, my voice bouncing off the cavern walls. And right opposite the lake is one more painting.

With Maddox being troublesome to hide, I turned back to my human form. In my naked glory, I stuck to the surface of the castle wall and tiptoed around the back. The guards were now stationed at the front, so I decided I was going to have to hide behind some rose bushes until the coast was clear, but my eyes docked on a lake a few feet away. It was the glossiest water I'd ever seen. The lake of gold sparkled so beautifully in the surrounding darkness, then a tiny figure caught my eye. It seemed a young girl was hunching down, filling a bucket with the golden water. Her moon-shadow black hair was just as pretty and curly as the Luna's. I couldn't help it but to draw closer to her. She stood up

One unique feature Lake Miranda had was the small island about a third of the way between the lodge and the western shore. He made his descent to the surface of the lake, carefully avoiding the island. As he motored toward the lodge, he saw two women walk out onto the dock, watching his approach. One of the women, a brunette, spoke, and two children he hadn't noticed stood and went into the house. The other woman had bright red hair. That must be Blake's Amy, he reasoned. Which would make the brunette Blake's sister Jackie?

The waterfall just made it more exquisite. I had gone around these woods before, but I never realized that there was a beautiful spring here. “Do you remember when we were kids, there was this tale about Moon Goddess descended to the Earth on the night of the brightest Full Moon?” Elliott asked, almost with a whisper because he didn’t want to ruin the nature’s sound.

"No, no, I'm going to bring you food. You don't have to go yourself." "Why the change of your lazy mind?" she lifts her eyebrows. "Or are you afraid that I will see your brother and starts to devour his handsome look?" Lake breath in calmly and closes her eyes, "I also feel that you're seeming a little nervous, not like your true self. My psychic instincts are telling that there is also a woman downstairs, with Lynn. Who is she?" Mahone is surprised, "Lady Lake, how do you know this, eh? Are you keeping your black eyes on me?"

Sienna gasped, her breath catching in her throat as the landscape opened up before them. They stood at the edge of a massive, caldera-like basin. Nestled within the bowl of the mountains was the Lake of Reflections. Unlike the Whispering Lake, which was surrounded by moss and moving currents, this body of water was perfectly, impossibly still. It was a flawless, unbroken mirror of liquid obsidian, reflecting the massive full moon and the thousands of stars with such absolute clarity that it was impossible to tell where the water ended and the sky began. "The elders used to say that the Goddess drank from this lake when the world was first forged," Aria whispered, her voice echoing perfectly