Moonlight Mile Rolling Novels & Stories

But he's stubborn to not have talked when he is supposed to. “Evening is the best time for communicating with the moon goddess.” He added and like a parable I know where he was driving at, the old woman Lola, she would kill me if ever she is to find out I have been seeking refugee camp with Ramanov, just yet again another shade of fear struck through my spine turning my bile to flush.

They had been on the road for nearly nine hours, Camden's anxiety growing with each passing mile. As they neared their destination, fatigue tugged at their weary bodies, but the anticipation of their arrival kept them going. The headlights of the Mustang illuminated the road ahead, cutting through the darkness of the night. The moon, casting its ethereal glow over them, offered a sense of guidance and reassurance. Finally, they reached their destination. Clayton pulled the Mustang into the car rental agency, the engine humming softly as he parked the vehicle. He gathered their belongings and then headed to the front desk to return the key to the agent on duty.

"Do you remember the number from Drunken Moon? I got a lead just a second ago. I'll send it over right now." "Yeah," Frank replied. Soon, Jouri's message came and it was a real-time motion tracker. Interestingly, the target was less than two miles from Frank's own position! Smiling, he did not hesitate to go after him. - A black Lamborghini was speeding down the highway, with a white-haired youth driving and headbanging to the deafening music. Then, spotting a motorcycle just ahead, the white-haired youth looked around. Once he made sure there were no cameras around, he floored the gas pedal, sending his car crashing toward the motorcycle!

One wanted more in the dead, silent heart of solitude, while the other aspired to something far beyond the severe commitments of loyalty and tradition. The moon, high above the treetops, basked in its silver light that cast the night in a pearlescent hue.Luca and Aria find themselves staring at the beautiful moon. Though from very different worlds and separated by rivalry and distance, still their hearts beat with the same cries: freedom, understanding, and maybe something else. .

MARCELLO It was at the darkest time of the night that she usually came out to swim in the river, and I would watch as her clothes would fall to the ground, exposing her skin like milk. The first time I saw her, I was high up in an oak tree, watching out for intruders as it was my turn that night. As soon as I sighted her, my first instinct was to attack, but the moon cast its silver glow on her face and I was stopped in my tracks. I had simply not seen anything like her before. Her grey eyes caught the moonlight beautifully and, at that moment, all I wanted to do was to watch her exist.

They crested the final ridge, and the ancient Full Moon Circle opened up before them. The circle was formed by twelve massive monoliths of pale granite, dragged to the summit by the founding wolves of Moonrise millennia ago. The stones were weathered and worn, etched with the forgotten runes of the old world. In the center of the ring was a wide, flat expanse of silver-flecked slate.

“Before he chose power over family.” Something cracked in the distance , a twig, or maybe a boot. Malik tensed instantly. “They’re still tracking us,” he muttered. “We need to move before the moon’s full.” “Where?” “There’s an old passage east of here. It leads to the river. If we can make it there, we’ll have a chance.” I nodded, though my legs felt like jelly. “And after that?” He gave a small smile. “We figure it out.” He offered me his hand, pulling me up gently. For a moment, our eyes locked , the chaos around us fading into something fragile and real.

"But we go heavy. And you stay in the car until I say otherwise." We tore out of the driveway in a three car convoy. The drive to Tule Springs felt like it took hours, even though it was only twenty minutes. The Vegas lights faded behind us, replaced by the jagged, black silhouettes of the desert trees and the oppressive weight of the Nevada night. We pulled up to a dirt road that looked like it led to nowhere. The wind was howling now, kicking up dust that danced in the headlights. Marcus climbed out first, his gun already drawn. Two of the guards marched toward the tree line, their flashlights cutting through the dark like lightsabers. One of them took the laptop from Michelle, his eyes gl

“Draven? At least tell me where we are going-” “I offered to tag you along, not talk.” He gripped the wheel, his eyes on the road and I bit my bottom lip before going silent. The rest of the ride was silent and after a while, I squinted my eyes through the window, my eyes widening when I saw the trees surrounding the area we were passing by now. “Where are we?” I questioned and gasped when lightening arched across the sky, lighting up the empty street. It didn’t take seconds before thunder roared around us, making my breath hitch in fear.