Appalachian Mountains At Night Novels & Stories

I held Viviana tightly unknowingly. She hissed in sleep. I soothed her arms. She slept like a baby. A pacified baby. What could have happened in the Blood Wind Valley? That thought kept shaking me. It agitated my wits and I let go of Viviana. I made it out of the camp. The Mountain stood tall kissing the sky. The red was still there. Eating away the other colors. Even the darkness of night, the shine of the stars, and everything else. The clouds of dust encapsulated the surroundings making it impossible to see through.

She also promised us that the next time we'll visit her, she'll make us their family recipe of pastries. On our way to Highcrest Mountain, Mama Melly fell asleep because of exhaustion while Ayla and I are feasting our eyes with the colorful bulb lights hanging on the branches of the trees. "This is what I love if we travel during the night. The colorful lights are stunning." Ayla sighs with awe. "I agree. The lights are---" I wasn't able to finish what I was about to say because of shock. Our carriage suddenly made a quick turn in the west part of the woods.

I lifted my head, craning my neck to take in the breathtaking beauty of the mountain that stood imposingly behind the tall trees of the dense woods. The black of dusk had settled around us, casting an eerie yet enticing aura that enveloped everything in its path. As the last of the students disembarked the bus, I took a moment to savor the crisp mountain air and the serenity that surrounded us. Our group would be spending the next two days and three nights at a hotel nestled amidst the mountains, and I was eager to soak in every moment of this getaway.

The "Appalachia Crystal" was more than a geological patch; it was a living monument. In the days following the stabilization of the West Virginia void, the reports coming into the Vermont homestead were staggering. The ground hadn't just stopped shaking; it had begun to sing. People living above the hollow reported a soft, indigo glow emanating from the soil at night, and the local Scriptoriums were recording the cleanest, most resonant "Living Script" in history.

The night air is filled with a sense of contentment, a perfect end to a day of celebration and laughter. Apollo sits on a log near the fire, Jolene by his side, her hand resting lightly on his arm. The children run through the darkness, their silhouettes illuminated by the bonfire's glow. Above them, the night sky reveals the vastness of the cosmos, with constellations forming intricate patterns. It’s a breathtaking sight, a reminder of the immense beauty of their celestial home.

It was so far away but it was clear that it was the highest peak. “We’re at Blackwood Mountain right now, but we’re not in the forest yet. We’ll be heading up further north to get there. There’s a trail that leads there with ropes and all as guides. From there, we’ll take a short rest before we start gathering the stuff we need.” Izz explained in detail. “At night?” Matthew asked seeing that it was already past noon “Yes, because there are certain items that only appear at night. It is a magic concentrated forest after all.”

We exit the pack through the only open part of the perimeter wall, greeting Jessica and John as we pass by. The serrated mountains loom in the distance as we approach the climb. The heaven-touching apex of the mountain is illuminated by the light of the moon and stars shining above. Small creatures scurry away into the dark of the night and through the forest ahead. The forest we enter is oak-brown and primitive, it’s a path un-walked, nature at its finest. I’m in awe at the size of the trees here, their knitted arms rise ever upwards. The guys are chatting as they walk, but I’m more focussed on seeing the undisturbed beauty around me. We are close to the peak when Alpha Paul catches up with

“In the woods, sir. Look yourself.” August climbed off his horse and stared into the trees. “What is it?” “Not Diana herself.” Decimus took a few steps forward, but his brother hung back, more cautious. “In the gap, like a bench or reclining couch, but not so much.” Crispinus wondered, “Is that a trick of the light in the moss?” August looked overhead as the sun had crested at mid-day and started to move west, avoiding the dark clouds. The sun did filter into the forest like shafts that extended to the sky. “An eye not so keen may have missed that.”

He was entrusting his brother's life to the same girl who had once saved his own, yet today, there was a fear of losing him again to her. Their journey unfolded amidst the rugged Appalachian mountains, their path winding through steep valleys. "It's breathtaking, Wyatt," she breathed softly, her words meant for him alone. "Only because you're here with me," he replied, brushing a gentle kiss against her cheek. She rose slowly from her seat, unfastening her helmet with deliberate care. "I crave freedom," she declared quietly, her voice carried away on the mountain breeze. With a graceful motion, she extended her arms, welcoming the cold rush of wind against her skin. Every fiber of her being

We climb a rocky incline for a few feet until we plateau on rock slab, over looking a massive valley, filled with lights. The distance makes the glow reminds me of fireflies in a summer field, when the moon is full. The sight breath taking, I can only imagine how it looks when the sun is in the sky instead. “It’s beautiful, Fletch,” I whisper in awe, taking it all in. “Is that Pittsburgh?” I ask, starting to sit, only for him to stop me. “Wait, right here,” he says, crpitcally, but I do as he asks, waiting patiently as he disappears for a moment, coming back with a a bag. Unzipping the flap he pulls out a blanket laying it on the ground, and a few pillows.