Upon A Hill Across The Blue Lake นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When she reached the lakefront, distant mountains met the blue water, forming a picturesque scene as beautiful as poetry. Clearblue Lake stretched like a giant mirror. The water was clear and transparent, sparkling under the sunlight. She rented a bicycle and rode along the lake path. The breeze carried the scent of fresh water, gently brushing against her face, making her feel incredibly content. In the distance, the Stonepeak Mountains stood tall and majestic. Clouds and mist swirled around their peaks. By a natural spring, the water was clear and bright. Surrounding flowers bloomed in a riot of colors. Butterflies danced among the blossoms.

Lucien stood up and began pacing as he monologued. "You are an exceptional breed of vampire. The Penne Coven is said to hold powers beyond comprehension. Because of their vast talents, the legend of the blue rose was born. He who attains the blue rose shall have all of his wishes granted. When I caught wind of the myth, I couldn't help but laugh at the irony of it all. The source of my damnation was also my salvation.

I struggled to hold my skirt up while pulling Cloud's reins. We finally emerged from the forest and finally I saw the lake that Ace told me about. It was indeed beneath the cliff that stretches about half of the clear landscape in front of me. The water was very clear and reflected the blue hues of the sky and sun making it glitter like diamonds. I could even smell the freshness of the water that I didn't even know has a scent.

Across from me, Pascha was reading a digital file, black headphones over his ears. My screen lit up. MAX calling. I smiled instinctively, even before I hit the green button. A second later, his face filled the screen. “Mommyyyyyy! Look behind meeeeee!” I laughed. Max was standing on a small wooden bridge that stretched between two green hills. Behind him, a white waterfall plunged into a turquoise natural pool surrounded by tropical trees. The evening sun danced across the water’s surface. A tiny bamboo cottage stood in the distance, and a bright-colored bird flew past. Too perfect, like something out of a movie.

I stood up. “My father once told me this hill used to be filled with wild lupin flowers, the common kind usually found in this area. Once, the Moon Goddess didn’t show up to bless us during the full moon ritual for nearly half a year. The lake dried up, drought, and the pack was on the verge of bankruptcy. Then Mrs. Geeny, the witch in our pack, had a dream that the Moon Goddess came to this hill.”

They still had to climb down the trail to get to the rocky beach. Stepping to the edge of the ledge, Nyla took in the wondrous sight. It was as if a God had reached down and scooped the lake out of the earth. The water glinted a pale blue in the sunlight, a merry, inviting sight. Her fingers itched to brush the liquid to see if it was as warm as Sarah had made it out to be.

Red chirped, waking after him. "The terrain is so rough." "Of course, We are on a hill." "I have never been to a hill before." "Really?" Lucifer asked. "Yeah... I have always camped near the lake or in the woods, but not on a hill or mountain." Red said, coming after him. "But it's fun!" Red grinned. "I see. Did you see that wall? It's the boundary wall, let's climb it. The village is on the other side." "Why climb? Wouldn't that make us a trespasser?"

There were also a few other Vampires around, like small ones, their eyes wide and dreamy, their feet slowly walking towards the lake. The sound from the lake sounded like a perfect piece of music that was enough to cloud the listener's mind. The smooth sound of the piano and the clear voice spread under the moonlight. The calm lake surface suddenly appeared a large whirlpool. All the listeners on the shore could not help but step down. Brawen wanted to resist, but her small body was already too tired to do anything. She slowly walked down the whirlpool.

ARLENE The lake shimmered before me, its surface undisturbed save for the occasional ripple caused by the wind. The lake was tranquil, cradled by a gentle curve of emerald-green hills and bordered by clusters of ancient trees whose branches stretched out like protective arms. In the morning light, the water shimmered, catching the soft hues of the sky—blush pinks blending into tender lavenders, with streaks of golden sunlight cutting through the haze. A thin veil of mist floated lazily above the surface, curling in delicate wisps as if the lake itself was exhaling secrets into the cool air. The shoreline was a mosaic of smooth, flat stones and patches of lush grass, damp with dew. Wildflower

His sole focus was on Athena, on devising a plan that would finally give him the upper hand. The forest seemed to go on forever until Nate abruptly came to a stop before an unexpected sight – a tranquil lake shimmering under the dappled sunlight. It was a place he had never seen before, and the beauty of the secluded spot caught him off guard. The water reflected the vibrant hues of the surrounding foliage, creating a breathtaking view.