Moon Over River Novels & Stories

I can embrace him now. Alqamar hold my hand tighter and intertwined them together. We walked towards the river. I can hear the stream of the river. “Do you feel fine now? You still have to rest Alqamar,” I said worriedly. He should be in his bed now. “I had enough rest yesterday,” he said simply and stared at the river in front. Even it’s dark we can still see the river because of the bright moon from above and when my eyes lifted to the moon above my face turned cold when I saw how bright and full it is! My lips parted and looked at Alqamar. I swallowed hard and immediately took my hands away from him.

David asked and laughed. “Jesus, y’all are still talkin' about that night?” I asked and chuckled. “It was a good night,” River said. River looked down at me as he backed the truck up. A deep blush crept up my neck, and I bit down on my lip. We had sex that night. Am I imagining the double meaning in his words? Gravel crunched beneath River’s tires. It was a cloudless night. A million stars twinkled above in the black sky. A full moon helped light up the dark night.

We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river. He walks past, still not seeing us. Darius and I look at each other, then scramble up to follow him. Luka stops at the top of the river embankment. He passes his hand over his eyes. When he drops his hand again, he opens his eyes and they are a milky grey colour. The glow disappears from the sky and in the darkness a full moon rises. Not just any moon. I recognize this moon. So pale, so clear, it appears as if behind a layer of ice. The first full moon of the new year. The Wolf Moon.

Terra's Point of View The moon luminously had its stunning arrays reflected on the river as fireflies fled before my sight. I witnessed how the pure spring drifts the fallen leaves from among the tall leafy trees and I smiled at the thought, "It feels refreshing to be here once again," I mumbled and led my feet onto the streaming waters as I sensed the soft and cold flows of its mist. "How I love the moon as it brightly shines above the sky, I wonder what it looks like once the moon collides with the sun?" I whispered once more and gently splashed off the stream, I tucked my sandy hair which is waist-length.

I carried Dara to bed and tucked her in, took in the cheerful aesthetic of her room and left to watch out by myself. “Finally an alone time.” I exhaled, climbing atop the cave. I could see the entire market from there and a part of the cursed Red Moon Pack. I looked to the right and saw the vast river, with it’s signature boots of the dead. The myth surrounding the river protected us from people who’d like to cross it hence they never found us. Also, I made sure the warriors poured particles of silver and wolfsbane in it, every month so it’d itch. It was already unsuitable for life forms.

“Still pretending he’s king when he’s nothing but a caged wolf now. No Moon, no crown, no pack.” Theron said nothing. Silence was its own blade, and he let it cut. The path twisted downward, roots tangling like black veins beneath their boots, until at last the river came into view. The River of Fernwood. It stretched wide and dark, its waters moving sluggishly under the moonlight. Mist curled above its surface, whispering with voices that seemed almost human, low, mournful, endless. The sound clawed at the mind, as though the river itself remembered every soul it had swallowed.

*Roxy* The trees thin just as the sky begins to blush with morning light. I blink against the golden haze spilling through the forest, and then suddenly, it’s there. Moon River Village. Nestled between two hills, it’s the most peaceful, beautiful place I’ve ever seen. Neat rows of cottages with moss-covered roofs and flower boxes line the winding paths. Smoke puffs lazily from the stone chimneys, and a gentle stream winds through the heart of it all, sparkling in the dawn.

Finally, they reached their destination: a clearing illuminated by the moon, surrounded by tall and majestic trees. A river meandered nearby, its water shimmering with the moon's reflections. The beauty of the place was breathtaking, like a piece of heaven fallen to earth. "This is our place, my Moon," said Aren with a smile on his lips. And in that moment, everything seemed perfect. They were together, in their special spot, under the moonlight. And at that moment, there was nothing else that mattered.

“How close are you to the nearest… large pack?” “Oh, miles upon miles,” he says with a smile. “We prefer it that way. I doubt Mountain Crest is on any of the maps you’ve seen, Luna.” He winks, pointing into the mist rolling off the mountains. “Moonrise is only a hundred miles west. There used to be a river that ran between Moonrise and these mountains. Once, I’m sure, there was a prosperous trading network between those witches and the people of the Deadlands, but that river has been dry since the Great War.”

"Okay, okay. But why should we stay here?" Noah pulled my face to rest on his chest while his head rested on top of mine. "This river is called Moon River. Usually, lycan who have mated went here to bathe together. There is a saying that if a fated couple bathes together, they'd never separate. However, none buy that tale again." "You don't believe in ghosts but choose to believe in the tale of this river?" "I'll believe every tale that spoke bullshit as long as it includes the term to make us stay together."