River Lethe Novels & Stories

A sip of Dionysus' tastiest wine, he hands it to me in a goblet, I'm nervous after all. One, in particular, will require extreme care in collection. Water from the Lethe, the river of neglect, that flows through my home, the Underworld. Then, I look and he throws himself on top of me, sucks my nipples, rubbing and pumping my penis, already with his dexterity getting hard, dripping on his hands, my nipples get hard, I start moaning in a way I never thought I'd do, he laughs and hurries up, his fingers, with the oil that catches, spreading my legs, spreading them out.

"Your Majesty?" "Just like you, I also still don't understand how the river is polluted because until now we haven't received the next letter. But what is clear, for now the river is very dangerous, even for the time being all rivers must also be careful so that the same problem does not occur !" said the King. "The River Moron is in the border region between Lithonia and Edafos. What if all this is their doing, Your Majesty?"

She stopped in front of his throne and bowed her head “May I have a dance?” Nero smiled “What are you planning?” “Nothing at all, just a dance with you my lord.” Valerine stared at me in anger “From her aura, she doesn’t have negative intentions.” “It was fine either way, I’ll play along “, he walked down the steps of the throne to extend his hand out to Letharia. “Queue the music,” Nero yelled to his servants. Letharia paused to hear classic music from the place her mother was from “The Valley of the Fools.”

Several hours later, Letta gazed at the seemingly bright sky, yet she still couldn't spot the end of the river. Letta started feeling tired, her body growing increasingly weak. Upon hearing bustling noises that signaled a gathering, Letta quickly improvised by tearing the edge of her dress into a hair tie and washing her face. After that, Letta continued her journey, and after about 30 minutes, she finally caught sight of settlements along the river. Letta decided to find a way to reach the Main Road. She found a stone to use as a foothold to climb up to the road. After that, Letta continued her steps and arrived at a street that felt unfamiliar.

A growl from Kerberos tells me I have no choice but to move on through the fog to face the music. The first impression I got of Hell, if it still wasn’t clear, is the presence, even the abundance, of water in the form of rivers. First, there was the River Akheron, where the chilling Kharon ferries the souls of the dead across. Then there’s Lethe, River of Forgetfulness, whose waters the departed drink to shed every vestige of their past lives. And finally Kokytos, Greek for "lamentation", the frozen river where people lie entombed in ice except for half their faces. They sob their hearts out but the tears freeze as soon as they fall, pressing their eyes shut and taking away that last bit of

I blush, but I do like the sound of that. “Is it Lethe?” I ask. “Do you know her?” He shrugs. “I know of Lethe. But it’s too soon to tell if it’s really her. She was a legendary warrior at the dawn of time. Her name means oblivion. In Greek mythology, there was a river called Lethe, which flowed through the Underworld and where all those who drank from it experienced complete forgetfulness.” I frown. “I don’t understand…if it’s Lethe, why am I gaining memories instead of losing them?”

I replied. "My name is Lethe, personified spirit of the river of forgetfulness and goddess of oblivion. I’m afraid aside from the rescue, I have troubled you further. The reason you feel weak is because as I was unconscious, my body automatically searched for a source of life energy so I could regain consciousness. I am truly sorry, young Ross," she apologised very sincerely. Personified spirit, that proves I’m in a different dimension. "Don’t worry about it; it’s not like I died. Sooooo, goddess of oblivion, is it? That’s pretty intense. Is that why the enemy is after you?" I asked as I swallowed from nervousness.

Selene’s POV The Lethe bridge is suspended over the turquoise waters of the lagoon, its silver cables and solid deck reflected in the crystalline surface. A few meandering shifters and workers on late lunch breaks are scattered along the length of the bridge, none of whom look anything like the rogues I imagined.

Layla said. “There is not that much, but it does speak about the place she and death met. She calls it the Rivière sèche, it means dry river in Frans, where not sure exactly what it means yet, but at least no we have a location.” Nathaniel said. Layla nodded and gave her parent a small smile. “Will figure this out, don’t worry.” Nathaniel said and gave Layla a reassuring smile.

Nyrielle and Elen sprint behind, and Seris, well, Lyss keeps pace, her form agile, silver-blonde hair plastered to her face. The ground slopes sharply, and we miscalculate. Rhea slips first. Her foot catches on a root, and she’s tumbling, her body vanishing into the chaos below. I don’t even think. I launch forward. “Rhea!” Lyss dives after her at the same time. But the river is faster. It surges between us like a beast with claws, dragging the both of them out of reach. I see flashes of silver wings and gold hair before they disappear under the flood.