Moon Over River Novels & Stories

I followed the path, and soon it spilled out onto the Standing Stones. Seven stones stood in a circle, and mosaic tiles had been set in a circular fashion to the center, where the image of the Moon Goddess was etched on the center circular tile. The gray stones were illuminated blue in the bright moonlight. Everyone stood around the outside of the circle holding their candles.

The roaring of the Blood River’s wild current crashing into the rocks draws me from my sleep. When I open my eyes, I realize I’m laying on the grass. The full moon is lighting up the raging river and everything around it with an eerie glow. The edges of my vision seem misty for such a clear, crisp night. The ground is dry, but the air smells like fresh rain and lilacs.

I opened my mouth to tell him about it, but then small circles started forming around my index finger. The moment was calm, and I put my whole hand in the cold water. The surface of the water changed, it turned into a mirror. But there was no reflection. I saw the full moon on the surface of the water. Then it disappeared, and a woman appeared. I couldn't see her face. Her back was facing me. The hair...it had silver strands. The image went away quickly, and then fire....angry flames around a crib replaced it. People were running.

“If it moves and isn’t yours, I’ll make it trip.” Moon-low put a spill of silver on the water that made the old east bridge remember every story anyone ever told on it if it was a human. Iron sweat, kisses, fights and Sable. She arrived without drama, which for her was drama. Red hair damp with river air, wrists neat with nettle thread, bead strings looped over one hand like rosaries that had soured. She stood at the line of our light and shade as if checking whether the ground under her would behave.

Lyra's POV By the time we reached the other side of the river, the moon had shifted to its peak. Orion dragged the boat onto the bank and helped me step out. The earth felt soft under my boots, damp with river mist. We sat there, just breathing. The air here beside the river was thicker, quieter, more conspiratorial, as though it contained secrets. "It's almost 11," Orion said, looking up at the sky as though he could read the time on his palm more accurately than a watch. "We camp here tonight. Leave early at dawn."

I will do the stupid Hide and Go Seek in the woods. ‘Thank you. And Sugar?’ “Yeah?’ ‘Whatever happens during the ritual, don’t run and don’t fight me.’ ‘Excuse me?’ He doesn’t answer. I pace my room. The once full blood moon is starting to become a waning gibbous. I always preferred a waxing gibbous. My chest is tight and it feels as if something is trying to claw its way out. I look away from the window and instead sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I barely slept because of the strange feeling.

Ron, at one time when he had chased enemies of the blood moon pack had crossed the river and he so he nodded. " It is possible. It is not a deep river even though it appears so, it is not..it is definitely one that horses can go through and there is no doubt that Mike and his men are going to go through the water.. besides, we have searched all around without any trail of them,.this is the last place we have to visit before we go across the water." He explained to Robert. Carla was there too and she raised no objections whatsoever.

Every sound, every movement seemed to fall into rhythm with the beat, as if the Blood-Moon itself was alive and calling to them. Festival tents in deep red and gold were scattered around the clearing, their fabric dancing in the warm night breeze. Each tent was surrounded by clusters of candles, their small flames flickering in rhythm with the breeze. Wolves from all five packs gathered in small groups, some whispering excitedly, others laughing, while more reserved pairs held hands, their gazes lifted toward the sky as they awaited the ceremony’s start. “Chan! Over here!” a voice called. She spotted her friends standing off to the side, half-hidden behind a tall oak tree adorned with hangin

From where he stood, he could hear thousands of screams, coming from all over Arcelia, he could hear the cries of his people going through another horror, similar to the one they faced more than twenty years ago. And right before his eyes, he watched the moon turn blue, brighter, and sharper while every creature under the moon yowled, worshipping. King Caesar's mouth hit the ground hard as reality stroke him. "This is impossible" "Not entirely" Erroll uttered beside him. King Caesar sent him a glare. "Shut up!" He ordered, his eyes going back to the blue before him. He gulped, feeling goosebumps on his skin, blood moon, blue moon, he could hear the laughter of his enemies echoing in his eyes

It had become routine by this point, so the two only nodded and curled up in the middle of the clearing, knowing that they could rest easily with me watching over them. Once they were asleep, I decided to patrol the perimeter of our camp. The moon was rising steadily towards its peak, and it cast an ethereal silver glow that reflected strikingly off of the river. I loped towards the bank and lowered my head, drinking down the cool water. When I was done, I turned to head back to camp, but that staggered as a feeling in my chest hit.