Amazon Trail 3rd Edition Novels & Stories

Please, Gods, may Stanislav not refuse me! On the day appointed by Mitrich, I reached the place where we met last time without any problems. The guards, to my joy, today decided not to follow me, so quickly passing the pool and shaking on the bus, I almost did not panic in anticipation of the goblin, standing next to the fallen tree on which I had cried the last time. Bestia and I stood absolutely still. And the fact that she was running around her clearing, periodically whining, is just from a good mood. And I have nerves, too, in absolute order! And my hands are shaking and there is a lump in my throat just from the pungent smell of the forest! Yes Yes! It's all oxygen-enriched air, not ne

At mile three, the trail opens onto a viewpoint. The entire Cascade range spreads before us. Snow-capped peaks against brilliant blue sky. Valleys thick with forest. The city distant and small below. "Holy shit," Damien breathes. "Worth the burning quads?" I ask. "Actually yes." We stand there, his arm around my waist, both of us sweating and breathing hard and completely present. No past trauma. No future anxiety. Just this moment. Marcus gives us fifteen minutes at the summit before starting back down. The descent is harder on the knees but easier on the lungs.

Sea spray curled into mist at the base of the rocks, while white clouds drifted lazily over the water. As soon as the rotors slowed, Mac helped me down, guiding me onto solid ground. I inhaled deeply. The air smelled pure—a mix of ocean salt and humid earth. “I can’t wait to run through the jungle!” Trinity howled. “Aren’t you worried about snakes?” I asked her. “I’m thinking about a certain trouser snake,” she snickered. “Trinity! We’re meeting his parents!”

We didn't want gossip spreading and tipping off the rogues. Carson was looking at the trail map and the topography overlay again. "Do you see where these two trails converge in the neutral territory?" I looked at the map, "Yes." Carson continued, "This river is a great fishing spot and there are 3 little cabins that sit back in the woods right here. I want to take a group of Warriors there and search those cabins." He tapped the map. "Do I have your permission?"

My mother’s high-pitched voice echoed off the concrete walls. She rushed forward, her silk robe dragging against the floor, her face twisted in a mix of dramatic panic and relief. "Richard, they're back! They survived the night!" Richard Westbrook stepped out from behind the auxiliary snowmobiles, his eyes immediately scanning Axel’s rigid posture before looking at me. "The search team was about to deploy a helicopter, Blackwell. The media was already asking questions about the safety guidelines on the north trail." "The trail parameters were fine, Richard," Axel cut in, his voice dropping into that smooth, freezing corporate cadence. He didn't blink. His gaze was fixed on the far column. "T

“We earned this, love. Thirty-five years since Soren’s birth, and we’ve given them a world that no longer needs our shadows over it.” I leaned into his chest, listening to the strong, steady beat beneath my ear. The same heart that had once raced beside mine in battle now kept time with the falls and the wind. By the end of the first week, the pull of the higher peaks became irresistible. We packed light bedrolls, dried meat and herbs, a small pot, weapons more from habit than necessity. The trail behind the cabin switchbacked steeply upward through ancient pine and spruce. The air grew sharper, scented with resin and cold stone. Birds called overhead, and once we startled a mountain goat th

Death stepped inside, his eyes sweeping over every inch of the room. “Check outside,” he ordered a few of the prospects. “See if they left us anything.” The guys rushed out while Snake climbed through the open window. “I’ve got disturbed dirt down here,” he called. “Looks like someone landed hard.” He crouched closer to the ground. “And footprints… they’re heading toward the woods.” “Move!” I barked. Everyone split into teams without another word. Some followed the trail. Others secured the clubhouse. The rest started calling our contacts to see if anyone had seen or heard anything.

Third Person's POV Thinking of Eugene's rave reviews about the view from Yellowstone Mountain after a snowfall, Lance decided to push forward. He turned to Adelaide and said, "The road ahead is getting pretty rough. If you're tired or the cold is getting to you, just say the word. I'll carry you." "I'm not that fragile, Lance. Don't forget I'm a Gamma." With their fingers locked together, they began their ascent to the summit. The snow was already past their ankles, and the narrow trail was choked with dried, thorny vines that acted like natural barbed wire.

Alyse said softly, “Thank you” I whispered. We stayed like that for a while. Enjoying the moment together. At least Gunner decided to let us out of the tent. It shows that he has some kind of trust for us. The Tri-Moon pack has some beautiful landscapes. The forest is thick and lush and all different shades of green. The air holds so many different scents. Damp earth, tree bark, forest animals, and the distant scent of seawater. There could be worse places to call home.

He looked away and just focused on walking. We were busy walking until we heard animal cries, and that is when we saw a group of animals running down the mountain. I was about to turn around but I felt a shake on the ground. This isn't good. I grabbed Zale and started running towards the foot of the mountain, I stopped, looked at him, and asked, "Can you fly?" He nodded and I did the same and jumped on the tree leaving him on the ground. "Do you want to die or what? Jump and summon your wings!" I ordered him, he doesn't know what was going on. Since he lives far away from the mountains, of course, he wouldn't know what to do when there is a landslide bound to happen.