Appalachian Mountains At Night Novels & Stories

I wondered how long I had to wait to be in his presence- to be in arm again. I quietly exited my room and headed towards the yard. I sat on the porch and glanced up at the sky. The moon was shining brightly but alas the moonlight wasn’t bright enough for me to have a glimpse of the Himalayas. Xavier was at someplace between Annapurna and Fishtail mountain so watching these mountains even from hundreds of miles away gave me a sense of closeness with him which I desperately needed right now. But the darkness of this night has taken that privilege away from me.

Cedric rubbed tiredly at his temple. “You two keep arguing like siblings.” Victoria looked immediately offended. “I already have siblings. I did not ask for another one.” Leo pointed toward her, “And yet, here you are.” “Unfortunately.” The colder air settled harder after that. The mountains changed at night. Everything felt larger somehow once darkness settled fully across the ridges, moonlight stretching softly over untouched snow while the trees stood dark against the mountainside. Wind moved quieter here than it had higher up, though every so often colder air swept through hard enough to remind everyone they were still very far from anything comfortable.

“Oh, umm, for the mountain trails and lookout points, turn right at the next intersection.” We follow her directions up the winding roads of the mountain trails in a cruise formation. Trees line the road sway to the rhythm of the soft evening summer breeze. The night sky is filled with the bright light of distant stars or, as many elder wolves would say, our ancestors. We rode for about an hour before we pulled over close to the ridge of the mountain. The look out point overlooked the surrounding forests with small twinkling lights scattered throughout pinpointing each of the neighboring packs and human towns. Once our motorcycle headlights were off, the night sky light up to a beautiful cel

Charlie The sun sets differently over the mountains now. Six months ago, I nearly watched the sun die. I saw it swallowed by a black disc, turning the world into a cold, purple twilight that smelled of rot and end-times. But tonight the sunset is a riot of tangerine and bruised gold, painting the snow-capped peaks of the Northern Territory in fire. It’s vibrant. It’s loud. It’s unapologetically alive. I stand on the balcony of the Alpha Suite at Bloodmoon, leaning against the stone railing. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of pine and the distant smoke of a bonfire down in the village.

Chapter 148: The Solitary Light The black ink of a mountain twilight spread across the Hudson Valley covering the sharp tree lines and hiding the curvy roads below. Up on the ridge the villa stood like an unblinking giant against the sky. There were no floodlights on the stone walls; no shining security lights showed its presence to the distant highway. To the rest of the state the mountain was a place—a blank spot on the digital map.

The Night-Blooming Garden was the most beautiful and popular place in the Cloud City. More than a garden, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a forest, but as it was located in the heart of the city and a long road crossed it, many would go there, especially at night, when the most beautiful flowers would open with the beginning of each season.

But there was a hope which was a deadly thing. My shoulders bunched with tension. I tipped my head a little to peer out. The day went by traveling. We hardly stopped in our way. Alessandro and Edward drove on shifts. It was getting dark outside. The view was breathtaking outside. The mountains in front of me were looking almost blue under the dim light. 'Now I know why it is called the Blue Mountains. The peaks are covered with snow.' It was six o'clock. A growl rumbled deep in Edward's chest. He looked at Alessandro and reached to open the door.

I looked around and noticed we were still in the forest but it looked different, thicker, more dense. "Where are we?" I asked, my voice barely audible, "your new home" she said with a smile that held sympathy. Home? Out here in the middles of the forest? How did we even get here? She must have noticed the confusion on my face because she chuckled and started walking towards a part of the forest that looked like it was edited right out of a horror movie, the Appalachian mountains to be exact. A chill raced down my spine, making my knees buckle beneath me. Lucky for me, the two strong gentlemen that had been holding me up were still acting as beams of support, thank goddess for them.

He explained. Embarrassment had my cheeks heating. “Right. I apologize, I’m still recovering from everything.” “Don’t mention it. You have every right to be protective of the ones you love.” Lyra countered with ease. She swiped a few of the papers off the table and slid them over to our side. One was a map of the country with two clear dots stationed almost a thousand miles apart. “There are two hidden Lycan camps. The biggest is Maine, and the smaller is Virginia. You’ll notice both are deep within the Appalachian Mountains.”

I left the door flap to my tent open so every now and then a small light breeze comes to cool me down. The air is fresh up here in the Boonies, I’ve missed being in the mountains and I didn’t even realized it until I got here. I didn’t grow up around this area of the Appalachian mountains, but I did grow up in Blue Ridge which is apart of the Appalachians but we’re not very close to it. By the time I open my eyes, the sun has gone down behind the trees, making the sky an impeccable orange color while the ground is shadowed with a blue hue.