The Moon Under The Water Novels & Stories

Artemis whispered, “Now you listen to me, only my sound. Keep big breaths and think of moon” I pictured the moon in my mind, its shape and colour. I saw its pale shape sitting in the clear blue sky during the daylight. Then I pictured the moon in the night sky, surrounded by stars. I saw the light that it brings and could feel the glow on my skin. A flush of light air blew over my body, I felt weightless and peaceful.

Once the night was over, the second round of the competition would start the following day. The huge bright moon hung high in the sky. The full moon and its reflection on the sea surface complement each other, forming a marvelous scene. From time to time, schools of fish would jump high from the water, casting long shadows under the moonlight. At that moment, large bubbles suddenly appeared on the originally calm water as if it was boiling. The surrounding fish seemed to sense the danger and scurried wildly into the distance. After a while, a spirit boat suddenly emerged from the water and floated. The hatch opened quickly, and an unruly-looking young man with fiery red hair walked out. When

Enara removed her necklace while Enos removed his bracelet and dropped them together on the white-filled circle of the moon water. A white beam of light emerged from the reflected moon circle shooting white light straight into a line upwards towards the full moon in the sky. The water soon rose out of the lake building a cylindrical narrow channel of wall water tunnel ahead. A door was formed made of water and moon earth overlapping each other and a golden knob formed from mixed gold and opal. Enos opened the door.

Their fragrant essence was blending with the cold night breeze and it was a breath of relief even just for a bit. Aside from those aesthetic flowers is also the majestic full phase of the moon beside the veil-like layer of cirrostratus clouds, sneaking a look from them under. Always, she's too breathtaking; especially when she's full and so bright. Blythe adores the breathtaking Luna so much because of the strings that are somehow making her feel connected with it. Well, since her childhood Luna used to be there whenever there was an episode of misfortune in her life... just as right now.

All I knew was to run away. My running stopped as soon as I reached a lake. I have no clue where this lake was or how far I had come but I knew I was still in the pack land. I could sense the borders pull just some meters away from where I stood. Glad that it was a full moon night, I collapsed by the lake's bank that imitated the role of a mirror. The clear water of the lake reflected the round moon like an acrylic painting on a huge irregular shaped canvas. One word; breathtaking. Though I didn't intend to ruin the pretty picture, my throat was absolutely parched. Tongue lapping at the water in desperation, I slowly slid myself in the water to calm the aching of my muscles.

LAIKA It was getting darker, and I knew Morpheus and Sekani would be worried about me, even though I told them I wanted no disturbance. I was below the water and could see the reflection of the half-moon in the water, thinking about my life and everything I had been through. Memories popped into my head, and I cried under the water.

I added, staring intensely at the flowing lake under the moonlight. The lake shimmered beneath the silver gaze of the moon, its surface smooth and dark like polished obsidian. Moonlight danced gently on the water, creating ripples of light that sparkled with every soft breeze. The surrounding trees stood in silent silhouette, their shadows stretching long and quiet across the shoreline. It was a surreal view, and I wondered how he found it.

But somehow in a way I can’t understand, that someone is still me. I curl up beneath the blanket, eyes flicking toward the sky. The moon is almost full, shining too brightly for something so far away. And then, like clockwork, I’m not in my bed anymore. ————- The dream takes me this time like a lover pulling me under water. The water is freezing against my skin. The moon is too bright and the silence is so thick that I can hear my breathing. Across the water, something stirs. He rises from the surface glistening.

I walked barefoot across the mossy ground, past sleeping bags and hammocks, toward the sound of the waterfall. The trail was short and familiar now. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, turning everything silver. When I reached the pool, the waterfall looked different at night, powerful, mysterious, the water black and shimmering under the moon. Mist rose from the surface like smoke. The rocks around the edge gleamed wet. I didn’t think. I just let the sarong fall. Stepped out of my bikini bottoms. Stood naked under the moon. The air kissed my skin, raising goosebumps. Then I dove.

The subtle bonds, the friendships, the connectionsbwe had all changed each other, shaped each other’s worlds in ways that I could finally appreciate. I found myself pausing near a small bridge, overlooking the water below. The reflection of the moon shimmered on the surface, fractured by the gentle ripples of the current. It reminded me of myself: not perfect, never whole in one glance, yet beautiful in motion, capable of reflection, capable of depth. I ran a hand over my wavy brown hair, feeling the simple satisfaction of being here, alive, fully aware. My hazel eyes caught the glint of moonlight, and I caught myself thinking that I had never truly felt seen not until now.