Moon Over River Novels & Stories

While the plant provides power for most of the state, it does not require that many employees to run it so the town remains small. Amaris threw off the plain white sheets and rolled out of the twin bed that lay nestled against the wall and in the corner of the room. When she was a child, Amaris would push the bed back against the wall every night so that she could lay at the foot of her bed and look out her window at the moon. There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of the full moon in all her glory.

From the Nora's Board of Logophile gossamer n. [ gos-uh-mer ] a fine, filmy cobweb seen on grass or bushes or floating in the air in calm weather, especially in autumn. ============================ A person couldn’t tell what would happen to him/her in a day, where he/she would end up, who he/she would be with. Rosalind’s mind was blank, 1 day, no, in barely 12 hours her world got upside down. Life is really unpredictable. Rosalind was more leaned on this theory of planning each and everything from her teenager to her old age, when she was a naïve young girl. Study hard ‘cause someday you are going to be a successful person, making your mama and papa proud, but everything fell apart when the

not at his hands… not rescuing me. Zanthe follows her nose, identifying the layers of Samuels’ and Levi’s scents in the area, and soon the river materialises in the moonlight, a ribbon of water winding through the rocky terrain. The trees are thinning as we approach, and before the river lies a clear expanse of rock, with several large formations nearby.

And beyond having them here, I have River, my mate, at my side. I could feel my wolf waking up, my body tingling with their presence as I looked up at the full moon, which was now directly over the clearing. There wasn’t time to be embarrassed or shy about nudity or that River would be staring at my naked body. I removed the robe I’d been wearing and did what came naturally.

I appreciate that. There’s always a point in the walk when the silence turns itself inside out, and you realize it’s been listening to you the whole time. For me, that point comes on the bridge—Moonstone Bridge, though no one calls it that except people who left town long enough to miss it. I pause at the crest, looking down at the black thread of river. Some nights, when the moon is bright, you can see the current flash with silver, but tonight it’s just matte darkness and the suggestion of movement.

Cory asks, noticing the upturned look on my face. Moonlight cut a wide swath across the peaceful dark waters of the river. Standing on the deck of the huge riverboat, listening to the chug of the engine and watching moonbeams glitter in the water, I feel I'd been transported into another world. Behind us, from the ballroom, the music of an orchestra floats through the porthole. "I'm fine." "Did I say something to upset you?" His face is softened by the moonlight, and something stirs inside me.

But a few greedy gulps later and he has his fill. Spending a while longer reacquainting himself with his land, the streams begin to play their melody to his ears as he looks to quench his thirst. He has earned it, and soon settles into a light slumber under the watchful eye of the moon. Nearly an hour passes as he dozes by the edge of the Northern river, having reached one of the Cross River borders. I nudge him, but stay back, quietly observing as he stirs and sings his good bye to the moon. Moving to the forefront knowing that he is settled, I break my way back to the surface.

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.

Since he was here, Ravi could hear the sound of water from a distance and guessed that there was a river around here. Smiling slightly as Ravi found the river as he had expected, he approached. A small river flowed with clear water so that Ravi could see the riverbed more clearly, the only lighting on the night was from the moon in a full circle which to Ravi looked bigger than usual and orange. When his feet touched the cold water, he instantly felt a freshness immediately come on his skin. It felt different, but Ravi didn't know how to explain it in words. The water feels better. Does Ravi exist in another world?

The waterfall just made it more exquisite. I had gone around these woods before, but I never realized that there was a beautiful spring here. “Do you remember when we were kids, there was this tale about Moon Goddess descended to the Earth on the night of the brightest Full Moon?” Elliott asked, almost with a whisper because he didn’t want to ruin the nature’s sound.