Swift Wash Crystal Lake Novels & Stories

I whined and refused, covering my body with a gray duvet. "Come on, Kira, stop being a downer and get your ass off the bed. You're married to this mattress at this point, and if you don't watch out, it's going to be as flat as your social life.” I bit down on a smile. "Fine, thirty minutes, and I'm back here.” We made our way to Silver Lake, a spot Zion and the guys who had visited before us couldn't stop raving about back at camp. They swore it was home to friendly water nymphs. The lake was massive, surrounded by woods, and a sight to behold.

The next morning, they went out to find a realtor and look for a house. To their disappointment, they didn’t find anything that would suit them. After a few weeks of house hunting, they finally found a house on the beach near Deer Creek Beach. Which was also in the state park. It was perfect for them, although they couldn’t move in right away, they had to wait for the current owners to move out.

they are so I keep going until we reach a clearing. The clearing is so beautiful, there is a lake that we can swim in and it has a waterfall. I take the basket that Harlan is carrying and I open it. I bring out the blankets, Antonio packed four big blankets and I set them down on the grass. Everyone sist down on the blankets and they stare at the waterfall across us.

Hearing that my body is already moving on the wood stage makes Andrew knit his dark brows together real tight as he strides inside the building. Crystal is a massive name in the wolf dance world. She has won the biggest silver medals across all the territories. At the start, she did not think much of Lanka Monroe. After all, an omega dancer who steps away from the pack stage for four whole winters usually has a dead career. If Jerome had not used his own alpha voice to back me up, she would not have wasted her morning coming here. So when I stand on the wood, stretching my arms and starting my first steps, Crystal is barely looking with her eyes. She thinks my moves will be grace enough, but

The ethereal water was solidified into a flawless solid, and the water's particles glistened with a sheer sheen of glam and glamor. On top of the peaceful ice, whispers of the leftover snowflakes wafted in the breeze towards the depths of the woods. She took a step onto the hard mirrored lake, where the water reveals bits of itself that are so cold that they may freeze in an instant. The sheen of reflection from the bright sun, including hers on the unfrozen lake, sparkles in the calm air, with the light reflecting unusual blue hues and iridescent lavenders.

A throughway. We follow that main path through the trees, and eventually it opens up again—this time into a view that actually takes my breath away. A lake. Huge. Still. Glassy. It stretches out far and wide, bordered by gently sloping grassy banks and clusters of trees. It’s beautiful in a raw, untouched kind of way. There are no cliffs, no jagged rocks like the lake back home. It looks calm. Deceptively calm. "Swim drills and survival training happen here regularly," Holt says, glancing over his shoulder at us. There’s a slight smirk on his face. Like he’s already picturing us flailing and freezing. "Get used to swimming in the cold as well as the heated pools."

I clicked the door close and turned to face her with an eager look. I was dying to know what she had found out. It had better be good news. "So what's the news, Amber?" I whispered. She gulped. "Well, you're in luck!" I smiled triumphantly. "So tell me." I urged. She cleared her throat. "Well , I overheard the guards prepping to escort Crystal for a walk outside the Palace walls. Seems like she's going to view the Victoria lake just a few miles from the palace." "Hmmmm...." I dragged the word out as I rubbed my chin thoughtfully; Crystal seemed to be in an explorative mood recently. But why? Well, she's been locked up her entire life in the Palace working as a slave so it was understandable

he stated. “The Academy,” I asked confused. “Yeah, I thought you had a couple classes there,” he asked with a slight chuckle. “No, I always chicken out for one reason or another. Can you explain it to me,” I asked still very much confused. “Well, white lake high was build as a cover school or an evaluation center for kids with potential for White Lake Academy, which is the elite supernatural school only a select few can get in. Kids from all over the world want to join but their criteria is insane,” he said.

Peeling out of the compound, I took us west towards the secluded lakes beyond our territory borders. The winding mountain roads helped me focus, the potential crisis with Rylan temporarily fading into the background noise of the engine's growl. Daniella was similarly pensive beside me as we left Creek Valley behind. After an hour's drive, we reached the first of the glacier-fed lakes, its waters a brilliant turquoise even on this overcast day. Parking off the gravel road, we stretched our legs along the deserted shoreline. "A swim might be nice to cool off," Daniella suggested, kicking off her shoes.