Moon Over River Novels & Stories

"But for the most part, they'll be interested in their natural prey, not a person. It's the bugs you'll want to watch out for." Jaylee nodded. She had bug spray, but was resigned to a few mosquito bites all the same. They came to Black River itself, and she grabbed for her camera. The river got its name not from the color of the water, but from the way it reflected the towering black cliffs on either side. The sun dazzle made it look like a spill of diamonds on black velvet. "You should see it in the moonlight," Rommie said. "Moon's full tomorrow night." ** Jaylee spent the next day out in the woods, shooting roll after roll of film and arguing with herself.

Luna’s eyes suddenly widened. It was the river that separated the realm of the living from the realm of the dead! Luna subconsciously glanced at the river of myth. The river water was extremely turbulent like a rapids. The entire river was black, giving people a sense of oppression. When the water surged, there were faint cries of ghosts, making one’s scalp tingle. Luna turned away and looked at the envoy of hell, asking, “Do you mean I have to swim past the river?” “Nay...” The envoy shook her head.

He could not win her with any sort of appeal to the name of the Moon Goddess who he obviously respected. "And once we cross this river we will nearly be home." He let go of her hand and rubbed her leg as she looked out at the river below. The river was wide and the bridge that spanned it was gorgeous. It took four enormous stone arches for the low bridge to reach from one river bank to the other and she couldn't help but wonder how old it was. Dani leaned forward in her seat to stare at it, and was yanked entirely out of her own spiraling thoughts by the beauty of the scene before her.

BLUE’S POV. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, we found ourselves riding through the wilderness, miles away from the Moon light pack. "Are we still far from the Eli mountains?" I ask once more, frustration creeping in after hours of riding without a town in sight. The sun was setting, and the insects were swarming. Exhausted, I swatted at a mosquito on my hand and muttered, “I am getting tired, and it is getting dark so quickly."

Ronin’s gaze was fixated on the distant horizon as he leaned on the cruise ship’s rail, soaking in the dazzling moon hanging from the black sky, so close to diving into the ocean, but not quite there yet. It was as if the moon was too terrified to take a chance at the last minute, as if realizing that if it let it go this once, it may never recover from what it would lose in that one moment of recklessness.

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“We don’t do anything crazy under the moon, so hopefully you might enjoy yourself tonight” “Yes, I’m sure I will”. I said, but really I was feeling a slight nervousness about what happened during their ‘tradition’. As soon as we reached the lake, the sky was blooming with twinkling stars and the moon was full and bright, reflecting it’s light along the water, and the gentle ripples would glisten as they gently moved along downstream. All of the moon wolves were gathered together along the pebbled river bed and Marco walked me over to a large rock just behind them and gestured for me to sit down.

she called out and, squinting her eyes, walked towards Joel. When she got to where he was, her fears immediately vanished. Not because she trusted completely- as she had concluded before, but the sight that the river presented was enough to make her forget about her fears- even if it was for a moment. “Wow,” she said, staring at the river. “I know,” Joel smiled. “The moment when the moon comes out is the best. It hits the river directly, and the surface seems to shimmer. If you throw a stone in it to cause enough ripple, it looks more ethereal.”

The body rests between—steady, silent. Dolly leans into Dolynara’s shoulder as the rest of the elders trail after, their steps slow as prayer. We reach the river. They called it the Moon River, and now I understand why— the moon’s face glimmers upon its surface, silver and sorrowful. The table is already set beside the water. We place Mother upon it, and the reflection of the moon folds around her like a shroud of light. Now… who will go first?” Elder Ysmera asks.

It’s a new moon day, so the sky is only filled with stars, and there is a certain beauty to it as well. The tree line ends as we come facing the Great Genecy river, which gushes down the land straight into the human kingdoms, getting broader by the second. All through its length that lies within the Lunar woods, the banks are littered with milky white pebbles instead of the usual black ones. This is said to be because of the Moon Goddess’s blessing she bestowed on the river ages ago when she was still walking amongst us. The wolves and I make out way to the edges of the river, panting, and dip our heads to take a drink of water. The water of the Genecy is as cold as ice, heavy, and refreshin