Montana Sky Novel Novels & Stories

One year later… It was a cold winter with frost setting in on the grass and there wasn't much activity around, be it human or wild. It was one of the cons of living in the state of Montana but Adam and Camila couldn't have asked for anything better to start anew. The huge ranches in Missoula gave the perfect escape to the estranged couple. It had taken some of Frank's connections to get the ranch at a low low price. The previous owner had died of a cold a decade ago and the rumors of his wandering ghost didn't do any favors to the value of the estate. Adam was preparing the turkey for Thanksgiving dinner. They had invited only their closest friends. Adam had even offered to pay for the fligh

Her face was pale, her glassy eyes staring off into nothing. Turning in the other direction, I saw Luca peering around the trunk of the tree he stood behind, looking out over the land to investigate the sound of the bullet being fired. Before I could turn to look myself, I heard him: "I'd like to tell a story.." My father's deep voice reverberated across the clearing, straight towards where we were hiding. "Once upon a time, about fifty years ago, two young men were working in the Northern Montana mountains. They worked for an Alpha who died after unsuccessfully attempting to defend his pack against an attack," he said.

I ask, and she gives me a small nod against my back. I put the bike in motion, driving out of the motel frontage. We drive past the huge buildings in a breeze. I finally stop the bike in what looks like an abandoned building. “Do you feel the goosebumps on your skin?” Nova asks as she takes her helmet off, shaking her hair in the wind. “I don't think you feel anything either,” I say calmly, taking mine off as well. We are standing right in front of the Ferlings MC building. Nova makes sure to stay beside me the whole time, and I can't help but thank the heavens that she is smart when it comes to matters like this.

Rebel tipped off his Stetson and swiped the sweat from his brow. Damn, it was hotter than Hades. It was dusk, and the summer sun had long since begun to set. Bright tinges of pink and orange clouded the western sky over the blue-ridged Idaho mountains in the distance. Normally, he and the crew would have turned in by now, but they’d lengthened their work hours during the summer, using the extra daylight to their advantage, and even though it had been close to day’s end after his and Murtagh’s security meeting, he’d come back out to the pasture.

Ella added while taking the novel that was on the bedside table. "What do you mean by nothing special?" Jenny asked while taking the novel from her hand. "We went for dinner, ate the meal in complete silence and went home, '' added Ella and took the novel from Jenny. "Let's talk in the morning. I am too tired right now". "Ok let's talk in the morning". After half an hour Leo entered into the Davies mansion. "Did you had a pleasant dinner with her," Freya Davies asked while reading the magazine. "Mom you didn't slept,"

no,thought doctor Montoya, that cant happen, now that I feel so greatful that he isn't dead. philbert hugged himself"common what's keeping H waiting? I'm dying here" the four, they shared the view ahead in silence. of cause the color of the sky was always as it was, like a white board chalk, neat as a piano key with the snow still as a shower from the distance. mountains afar with snow caps and one goddamn silverplate for a moon. "hey."philbert pointed at the moon"that isn't a good sign. full moon and falling snow."

Then a shattering cluster of sparks ignited from the sky. "What the fudge!" Carter rang out in alarm at the reddish shadow that covered the sky. "Tell me everyone's seeing that" Gabi chorused as the spectacle dominating the sky slowly formed a glimmering doorway. "It's the portal" My blue crystals glowed as if it was ignited with flames. It was at the darkest hour of the night, the moon was partly in display, without even a single company of the stars. The glimmering hole in the Sky swallowed everything that stood up there. New Orleans was covered with the reddish fog that claimed the Sky. For the first time in days, the Pack members felt the ease that flushed their previous fears and griefs

She had painted this She quickly made her bed and threw on a few extra blankets. October in Montana meant cold nights, but she was looking forward to the stars over the lake after a snow storm. The weather for the next ten days still called for clear skies, but she knew that wouldn’t last much longer. The first snow fall had been two weeks ago, and only small piles of snow in the shade of forest trees remained. She smiled to herself as she imagined Milo playing in snow for the first time.

*Skye* A month later, as the car rolls into New York, I fight to keep my apprehension hidden. Long, slow, deep breaths have been the order of the journey. As well as a mantra commanding myself to relax. It is highly unlikely that I will cross paths with Montie, that he will discover I returned. And if he does, it is possible that he wouldn’t care after all these months. He has no doubt forgotten all about me, moved on to someone else.

His larger hand took my smaller one into his. “We should go,” he said softly. “We have a bit of drive.” I nodded as I allowed him to lead me out of the cabin and into the bright, Colorado sunshine. I stared out my window as we winded up a paved road around the Rocky Mountains. The sky seemed brighter; the sun somehow larger here. The higher we climbed; the more patches of white snow began appearing. It clashed with the beautiful green of the surrounded grass and trees. Twice we stopped to take in the sight of elk along our drive.