Lady Of The Lake Review 소설 & 이야기

Conrad would be so proud. Ryder was dumbstruck. “Where did you get that water from?” She smiled. “Your lake.” Ryder turned to look at the lake and his eyes bulged. It was half empty! “Gods! You are a powerful hybrid!” She shrugged. “That I am,” she said and fainted. Darkness surrounded her.

She turned around swiftly, her movements fluid and precise, as if expecting an unseen presence. Standing before her was Lady Catherine Brooks, her form barely visible in the dim light, yet exuding an aura of authority and menace. Anne bowed deeply, her head lowered in respect and acknowledgment of the powerful witch before her. The sea continued its ceaseless song behind them, a fitting backdrop to the meeting of these formidable women. "I wasn't expecting to see you today, Lady Catherine Brooks," Anne said, her head bowed in deference. "Didn't the queen mother tell you that Yvonne is not your enemy?" Catherine's voice was sharp, cutting through the night air.

There was a trace of disappointment in Dane’s eyes. I smiled faintly. “It’s really nothing. Are you free tonight? Let’s have dinner.” I invited Dane out, successfully changing the subject. “Sure.” Moon Lake was on the outskirts of Los Angeles, nestled deep in the valley, surrounded by lush green hills and the sound of birdsong. The scenery was picturesque and tranquil. During a full moon, the moon’s reflection covered the entire lake, which is how it got its name. I picked a quiet grove by the lake. “The view’s nice here. Let’s start.”

There in the middle of the dance floor were standing Sage and Jes wearing micro-mini skirts paired with tops that left a little to nothing for imaginations. With their wild hair, they perfectly fit the description of wild women the waiter had described. Raphael, Aidan, and Lucas watched them with an open mouth~ Sage was hooting while Jes was scaring guards with the raccoon that she was holding in her hands. The first thing that came into Raphael's mind was that from where in hell she had gotten that thing?

Before I went to my seat, I met with our wonderful customer, Salvador Epiphora, and we talked for a while. I noticed a lady walking in, her face flushed and her eyes averted. She had a twine-thin sculpted figure. Her waist is curvilinear, and her skin is burnished. Sweeping eyelashes were framed by arched brows. Her pouting lips look seductive in that red lipstick, which was far too sexy for my libido. As she walks flawless, the colour of her eyes entices me irresistibly. It was a pleasure to see her flowing in her mercury red hair, which cascaded over her shoulders beautifully. She was dressed in vibrant clothes that appeared to be custom-made for her.

Every time she glanced over her shoulder, she caught his dark gaze following her, unwavering, protective, yet unnerving. Lady Elara led the way with an effortless grace, chatting softly with the other women who had joined them. Seraphina tried to focus on their conversation, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Adolphus. His intensity rattled her, made her skin prickle, but it also made her stomach tighten in a way she refused to acknowledge. As they broke through the trees, the lake came into view—a shimmering expanse of water, its surface reflecting the clear blue sky like a mirror. The women murmured in delight, setting down their baskets on the grassy bank and spreading out blankets.

Upon a closer look, the lady with the low ponytail couldn’t help but gasp and become silent right away… That was because it really looked like Xyla didn’t have any makeup on… Indeed, she didn’t. After checking out the mystical crane for a while, Xyla and Ron started walking toward a cabbage sculpture far away. After watching Xyla leave, the lady with long hair immediately rolled her eyes at the lady with the low ponytail. “Are you embarrassed now? She really doesn’t have makeup on…” The lady with the low ponytail coughed awkwardly. “I didn’t think… She really doesn’t have makeup on. Even so, she still looks very pretty. Isn’t that a little unfair?”

“Have a sip from my very own handmade aged wine fermented under the cool temperature of the lake in Winstow, my lord,” one of the muses offered to Lord Syford who was busy conversing with another woman on the side in an attempt to steal his attention. Bending over, she made sure her healthy and firm bosoms do their hypnotizing talents but to no avail. Lord Syford had already mustered the art of resistance long before he started with his unhealthy habits on women. He knew ambitious and wicked women would do such in order to win him over as a man, that’s why his paranoid father included them in his training as future successor to the lordship of the earldom.

It was the same lake where I changed my skin and is almost molested by a bunch of rouges. But when I took a clearer look at the lake it was more beautiful than the first time I saw it. It's midnight but the lake is so bright. You can see the reflection of the full moon on the lake, and it's so breathtaking. I was walking around the lake appreciating its' beauty until I saw a figure ahead, it's a woman. She's wearing clothes that look centuries old, and she has her back in front of me so I can't tell what she was doing.

Before us stretched a pristine lake surrounded by towering trees, its waters reflecting the afternoon sun like liquid silver. "Shadowlight Lake," Odette said softly. "Sacred to the Royal Pack. Very few outsiders are allowed here." I stood mesmerized by the peaceful beauty of the place. The water seemed to glow from within, casting gentle light across the surrounding landscape. "It's beautiful," I whispered, feeling some of my tension ease away.