Stillhouse Lake Novels & Stories

She gazed at Jeff and shrugged. “Well then where is she?” That question remained unanswered as we sat down to munch on delicious sandwiches and cakes. The name Black lake was apt for the lake. The reflection of trees on the water’s shiny surface and the dead leaves that collected at the bottom of the water gave it a characteristic black color. Fishes splashed in the water that ran downstream in rapid currents, there was a wooden sign that read: NO LITTERING at one corner. A feet distance away from us was what appeared to get the remnant of a fire, there was a rusted fish hook among the debris.

AJ wasn't exaggerating when he said the house was beautiful. Situated by a large lake, it had a unique charm. The soothing blue view was a stark contrast to what AJ usually saw in New York. That alone was enough to make him ecstatic. The two-story white house with a blue triangular roof was designed for relaxation, as Ruby noticed a hammock, swing, sand pit, barbecue area, and even a small tent right by the lake to ensure its residents could enjoy a variety of vacation experiences.

Her voice instantly brought him back to reality. "Yes! So finish up." He responded with a faint smile on his face. After they ate, they went out, and he showed her around the barn. No animals, roots or crops in sight. What's left is a trace of how it used to be. A 3-bedroom house with a small barn to hide the farm equipment, a stable that can cater for up to 4 horses, a boat and a boat shed. Despite that, the house, the barn equipment, the boat and the shed are well-kept and the view from the lake is breathtaking.

"Its name should be Nirvana. Looking at it, it really looks like a piece of heaven has come to earth." Bishop Eloise laughed to hear her, thanking in her heart. She said, "This city was surrounded by five silver water lakes that were made with different metals. The largest of the five was called the Golden Lake because it was filled with gold ore. The second one had copper ore on it. The third one was made of silver ore. The fourth one had iron ore, and the fifth was made of diamond ores. It had a lot of people living here, and they had very different customs. Everyone from different races lived here. It was a wonderful place."

There was a trace of disappointment in Dane’s eyes. I smiled faintly. “It’s really nothing. Are you free tonight? Let’s have dinner.” I invited Dane out, successfully changing the subject. “Sure.” Moon Lake was on the outskirts of Los Angeles, nestled deep in the valley, surrounded by lush green hills and the sound of birdsong. The scenery was picturesque and tranquil. During a full moon, the moon’s reflection covered the entire lake, which is how it got its name. I picked a quiet grove by the lake. “The view’s nice here. Let’s start.”

My cabin sat at the end of a gravel road, tucked behind towering trees that looked like lazy forest guardians. At the foot of the mountain and near a thawing lake, slowly giving in to the Alaskan summer, the place felt like a parallel universe. It was the kind of spot that looked stolen straight from a movie...Twilight, maybe, if Bella Swan had better taste in interior design. I was out back, curled up barefoot in a creaky wicker chair on the porch, wearing an oversized hoodie and leggings that were starting to pill. Resting in my lap was a half-finished painting. Soft blues, grays, and streaks of orange pulled from memory.

Most witches maintain a memoir of their achievements and descriptions of their abilities, along with sharing knowledge such as potion recipes, spells, and the uses of stones and crystals. We drive down quietly, enjoying each other's company. We arrive at the large brick driveway behind the manor. The back of the house is located along Lake Huron and includes a private beach with a canoe and two kayaks for the family to use. “We should take the kayaks out later” Charles suggests. “The best time is in the evening when the wind is low, maybe we can go tonight,” I respond. We step onto the large wrap-around porch and proceed to the front door, it is a hand-carved mahogany piece featuring a giant

He slipped his hands into his pockets, as he looked at me with that scary look in his eyes again, "The estate sits on about forty acres." I blinked, "Forty?" He nodded, "There are guest cottages farther back, a marina, a pavilion near the beach, a boathouse and a helipad." His mouth twitched slightly as he walked toward the windows overlooking the lake. "The trees block most of the property from view." I joined him, the shoreline stretched endlessly into the darkness. "No neighbors?" "Not close enough to matter, there are security checkpoints at the entrance." I looked outside again, the moonlight danced across the water, the realization settled heavily in my chest.

So far all he had seen was open earth and sky and thought the Leopards Lands were beautiful, they didn't seem to hold much. "Well there's lots of stuff." Ezekiel easily answered a prideful smile spreading over his face, making it apparent how much he respected his home and its beauty. "Like the four villages, the mountains and even the Mansion has a lot of rooms to be explored, but the most amazing is the Lake. " Ezekiel told him softly. "There's a Grand lake, a Shifter built one, approximately a mile to the north of our mansion, you've got to see it." "What do you mean "Shifter Built" Grand Lake? Brandon asked him finally closing the space between them and taking a seat on the edge of the b

The Lake District was shrouded in a soft, silver mist that clung to the ancient hills and mirrored lakes like a lover’s breath. Windermere lay calm and dark under the evening sky, its surface barely disturbed by the gentle rain. In the small village of Ambleside, the old stone pub “The Black Swan” glowed with warm golden light, the scent of woodsmoke, ale, and hearty food spilling out into the damp night air.