The Lakes Lyrics Novels & Stories

Even with the faint sound, I instantly recognized it, {River by Leon Bridges} ~"My heart's been far from you Ten-thousand miles gone"~ For a brief moment, I forget about everything. The feeling of my thoughts that always pestered me disappear and despite knowing that this will not last forever. I savour every instance of for once being so light, so... Free. ~"Tip me in your smooth waters I go in As a man with many crimes Come up for air As my sins flow down the Jordan"~

Sienna gasped, her breath catching in her throat as the landscape opened up before them. They stood at the edge of a massive, caldera-like basin. Nestled within the bowl of the mountains was the Lake of Reflections. Unlike the Whispering Lake, which was surrounded by moss and moving currents, this body of water was perfectly, impossibly still. It was a flawless, unbroken mirror of liquid obsidian, reflecting the massive full moon and the thousands of stars with such absolute clarity that it was impossible to tell where the water ended and the sky began. "The elders used to say that the Goddess drank from this lake when the world was first forged," Aria whispered, her voice echoing perfectly

"Don't be afraid. The water will embrace you, just as the pack has. Trust in the ritual, and in the Moon Goddess. She knows the true desires of your heart." If only she knew. I nodded, forcing a smile, though inside, I was anything but calm. The she-wolves began to sing their blessing song, their voices harmonizing with the breeze, creating an ethereal melody that seemed to stretch across the lake. It was beautiful, haunting, and yet... suffocating. Each note felt like a reminder of the purity I lacked.

Its surface rippled gently, creating a melodic, otherworldly symphony. As the crew gathered at the edge of the lake, Fenrir beamed with pride. "Welcome to the Lake of Reflection," he announced, his voice filled with reverence. "This is the most beautiful and sacred place in our realm." The Lake of Reflection held a unique power. Legends whispered that those who gazed upon its tranquil waters could see not only their own reflections but also their innermost desires and fears. It was a place of introspection and revelation, where the soul bared itself to those willing to look deep within.

“I need… “You don't need to stay away, you and I know that we need this and that even if you have reached your orgasm, once is not enough. Also, I don't feel like you linked up. “But… Lake caresses my cheek in a gentle way, as he did in the past when I thought he was the loving and sweet Lake, with his beautiful paintings and sculptures. “I don't think… “It's not what you think, it's how he feels, do you want us to stop?” ask Lake and the answer appears clearer than the water I drink every day. “No, I don't want us to stop.” I say and Lake smiles at me. “That's my girl. “I just don't want to give everything and lose.

𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒖� �𝒕𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈,𝑪𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈,𝑺𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰’𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒕.

Cecilia Jones was lying in her hospital bed today, staring at her right leg that got hurt when Yvonne Smith hit her. She thought back to when the car crash happened and how Jeff Lawrence had rushed to help Yvonne. She opened her special notebook and wrote down: [I forgive Jeff again, for the 95th time.] Her notebook only had 99 pages, and Cecilia felt like her heart could only forgive Jeff 99 times too. If she ever got to the last page, she knew it would be time to say goodbye.

After they were safely on the ground, the driver pulled his lizard to the side and parked the carriage. Jai and Greta approached the guard, who straightened up and smiled at them. “Good morning, sir and madam. May I know your business in Heaven’s Tear?” “Heaven’s Tear?” Jai looked confused. “That’s the real name of this lake. Taken from the name of Lady Ariana’s skill that caused this lake years ago. Since the Lady is mostly known as the Priestess of White, this lake is often called White Lake,” Greta explained to him.

I am fucking tired. I looked at the lake and I saw how vivid my reflection was. The clear mystique body of water was as if another person staring at me. Both of us were lonely, but I could say that both of use were experts in hiding this loneliness, too. However, at some point, I thought it was better to be just a lake. I wish I was just a lake.

Their delicate fragrance perfumed the air, adding a touch of enchantment to the surroundings. Nestled within this picturesque setting, a crystal-clear lake glistened like a jewel. Its pristine waters mirrored the cerulean sky above, reflecting the passing clouds and the majestic peaks that surrounded it. The lake beckoned Chai, its tranquil surface inviting him to find solace and respite from the arduous way.