Moon Over River Novels & Stories

Elowen's POV The river whispered again. It always did—soft and slow, a liquid sigh against the ancient stones, as if it knew secrets older than the stars, secrets whispered from the dawn of creation. Its silver surface shimmered in the moonlight, a vast, rippling canvas reflecting the celestial tapestry above. These reflected ripples of power danced across the smooth, cold stones at my bare feet, pulling me deeper into a trance. I stood at its edge, shivering slightly in the cool night air, in the exact same spot I had seen her before. The Moon Goddess.

I wondered once more where this was leading. Soon, we came upon the river. It was a beautiful little stream that reflected the sight of the almost full moon from its undisturbed depths. It was the most enchanting thing I'd seen in a while. Brian went about setting up while I absorbed more of the forest around me. Mostly the little river. I observed the moon and the insects that danced around its surface, intrigued by the beautiful sight. I was getting a lot of bites as well, but I couldn't bring myself to part from the edge of the river.

My Alpha mate, Kane, finally reached out through the mind-link after three days of me not showing up at his door to make a scene. His voice cut into my head, carrying a rare trace of satisfaction. "Looks like you finally understand that the rules of the Blackwood Pack aren't just for show. Since you've learned your lesson, I'll give you the pass to the healing springs. And stop making a fuss over every little thing where Selena's concerned." I didn't answer. Just looked down at the bloodstains still dried between my thighs. Kane probably thought I'd finally learned to obey. Learned to bow my head to him and Selena. No one believed that I, as Luna, had to apply to Beta Selena just to use the

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

He shook it off and prayed for her, hoping Jesus would protect her and keep her safe. _________ River cruises along Route 244 down until she reaches the T-type intersection and makes a left onto Highway 385. It was getting somber by the minute, the cold wind kissing her hair, and the dark desert highway with only the moonlight shining the way was captivating. She was listening to ‘Beyond the View by Chance Pena’. It was one of her favorite melancholic songs and the scenery before her, went perfectly well with it. She was going the speed limit because she wouldn’t dare take her chances hitting wildlife, road kill, or any type of debris, especially on a highway with no lights to guide the way.

This was unbelievable, Ramanov was freaking unbelievable, he had forgotten it I'm sure, I folded it in my hand and went to the bedroom, another cloud of thought hovered in my head after reading it. The following day was as eerie as ever, the bed I would see flying by the window hitting it with its beak and limbs, was not active today, it has never failed to mark its daily routine of making a sound there. I glanced at Moon. She was just laying freely and still sleeping with her mouth open. I giggled as I moved my hand over and glued her two lips together, making her roll and toss to another position.

While Mother tried to stop him in terror, he slammed his head against the pillar. Blood sprayed across Mother's face. She stared at Father and me, both fallen in a pool of blood, in a daze. Then she broke down with a scream.

She remained silent while we kept walking until we reached a river, a magical one, for its water glowed an aquamarine color. “What is this? It's my first time seeing a river like this.” Cielo looked up at the moon and the corner of her lips formed a delicate smile. “I think the Moon Goddess was here to take her bath.” “Really?” “Yes, Luna. Once a month when the moon is in full bloom, the Moon Goddess enjoys a cold bath in a river of her choice, and it turns the water magical and glowing for a short period of time.” “Let me wash your hand for you, and your face too. It's still stained with blood,” she said.

The path was treacherous, a labyrinth of hidden crevices and sudden drops, but Garrick's hand in mine was a constant anchor, guiding me through the uncertainty with a steadiness that belied the turmoil within. Our journey led us to the banks of a swift-moving river, its waters shimmering with an otherworldly glow, as if the very essence of the moon had been captured within its depths. It was there that we encountered the River Clan, a group whose mastery over water was as fluid and elusive as the element itself. They emerged from the mist that clung to the river's edge, their movements a graceful dance that spoke of a deep connection to the natural world.