Moonlight Mile Rolling Novels & Stories

I figure that's good enough. I tilt my head down and look through my camera's viewfinder again. The sight immediately makes me hold my breath for a second. The almost-full moon is there in all its radiant splendor. Its silvery glow weaves a spell over the night, and finally I reach forward to click the shutter. As I lose myself in the rhythmic trance of capturing lunar beauty, a distant wolf's howl becomes a haunting melody through the woods. Abruptly, the lens darkens, and for a second I wonder if a black cloud has suddenly obscured my view. When I pull back to check though, I gasp.

Em Riding a motorcycle was absolutely exhilarating. Em wondered if her mom had been watching out the window.. she hoped not. She didn’t think Carol Parker would be too happy about it. But she felt free. She totally understood what Quinn meant about riding. They’d left Aspens house and drove around the lake. It was beautiful. She had never been on this side of the lake before. The roads curved through the woods and up the side of the mountain. It was completely majestic.

You climb back into the truck with your stuff. “Drive, hurry.” You beg him. It's getting later and later, it's almost midnight and it's a full moon again, you must get Nate out of the moonlight as soon as possible. You arrive at the cave, you wrap an arm around Nate, blood is staining his clothes, he's weak, you hurry him into the cave. He collapses onto the floor. “This is gonna sting.” You rip some of your shirt off and apply pressure to his wound, while applying some antiseptic.

I just wanted to be home in arms of my parents. I can actually be hugged now. I can hug them as much as I want without the fear of becoming ill. I shot out of bed at the thought, my smile so bright it was visible in the dark.bi couldn't sit still anymore so I jumped out of the bed and jumped around trying to wear myself out. It too exciting now. I looked up at the clock. Three o'clock. Only a couple more hours, I tell my self as I stand by the window, my eyes immediately going to the moon which is illuminating the night with its silver glow.

me to the family estate to sign some so-called "updated agreement." "Sure," I replied, keeping it cool. The Grimhilde estate sat up on Silver Peak Mountain like some brooding beast watching over the whole of Moonlight Forest. My Maserati gave up halfway up the hill. Just died on me. I didn't even bother calling a tow truck. Locked the doors, shrugged, and started walking up that stupid winding private road. Thank god I wasn't wearing heels. I just hoped I'd actually make it without tripping or breaking my neck.

The road began to climb. I recognized the route just before we arrived. Miller’s Overlook. The makeout point. The place where half of Eastlake High had lost their virginity in back seats and the other half had pretended they were too good for it. Chase pulled into the empty gravel lot and killed the engine. Darkness swallowed us whole. No other cars. No streetlights. Just the faint silver glow of a cloud-covered moon and the distant sparkle of town lights far below. For a moment, neither of us moved.

Liliana got the memo and kept her mouth shut for the rest of the drive, letting us all fall into silence once more. After another half an hour, we turned down a poorly lit road. The pavement was rough, yet incredibly smooth. It looked like the road was hardly ever used. As I looked out the window, I could see something tall and white cresting over the treetops in the distance. I couldn't make out what it was, but was entranced at how it seemed to attract the moons brilliant light.

I crumpled the note and made for the stairs, then left the way I’d come. It was still quiet outside the house, but when I got to my car I started up the drive with the lights off just in case. The Moonlite was only a half mile or so from here. I figured I’d slip onto the highway then maybe find a way to get close inconspicuously. My mind was working through options for how to do that when suddenly there was a roar that shook the windows and hit me like a punch to the chest followed by blinding light from behind.

{Abebi} The night sky stretched out above us, its vast expanse adorned with a tapestry of twinkling stars. The moon, a radiant crescent, cast a soft glow upon the world below. Shadows danced playfully across the landscape as we navigated the winding road, our headlights piercing through the darkness. The air was crisp and filled with a sense of anticipation, blending with the scent of pine trees that lined the roadside. The occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl created an eerie symphony, heightening our senses and reminding us of the clandestine nature of our journey.

The Cliffs of Moher (or a generic jagged cliffside near Montbert). Midnight. Two engines screamed in the dark. Mia was riding her Ducati superbike, leaning dangerously low into the curve. Behind her, Kian was matching her speed on a modified interceptor bike. The road ended. Mia slammed the brakes, drifting sideways and coming to a stop inches from the cliff edge. Dust and gravel fell into the crashing waves hundreds of feet below. Kian pulled up beside her. He took off his helmet. His hair was messy, his eyes wild with adrenaline.