Moon Over River Novels & Stories

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.

This sees Rowan shielding Aurora at the border river as Kael attempts to corner her, escalating the personal rift into an outright declaration of war. The border river rushes past us, cold, swift, and swollen with the seasonal rains. The dark waters churn over jagged rocks, marking the strict line between the Crescent Moon territory and the Ashford lands. I stand on the muddy bank, the sharp scent of damp earth filling my lungs while my hands tremble inside the pockets of my cloak.

Lord Draven would never be able to track them down after that. Exhaustion finally caught up with River. She sat by the window, gazing out at the moonlit courtyard. The breeze carrying the scent of baking bread rustled the curtains, sending a thrill through her. It’s been a while since she had peacefully say by the window at night and gazed at the moon with satisfaction in her heart. Suddenly, a gust of wind slammed the window close and then opened again simultaneously, its hinges groaning in protest. Startled, River lurched up to close it.

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

The girl threw herself off the bridge, her white dress billowing like a butterfly with broken wings. The foam disappeared into the river. In the crowded traffic on the bridge, the busy night scene mixed with the tired eyes of people returning home, leaving only the white figure behind. The waning moon hung blood red in the dark sky like a theatrical curtain. The bat wings twisted and turned, creating a dark and eerie dance. Parker looked down at the gloomy river, where passing cars' headlights flickered briefly before disappearing. The water was black and cold, giving the impression of staring into an abyss without a bottom.

“But I’m sure he’s fine. If something really bad happened to Lucas, I’d feel it… right?” Mark nods, reassuring me like he actually knows the answer. “Yeah. So take it easy.” I take a deep breath, push the door open, and step out. Mark follows, stretching his arms as he takes in the scenery. The river stretches out in front of us, massive and endless, the moonlight making the water shimmer like something out of a dream. It’s past midnight now, and everything is too quiet, just the sound of the waves and an occasional owl hooting somewhere in the distance.