Appalachian Mountains Rules Novels & Stories

At 16 years old, I travel with my sister, Sarah Barnes, to the remote mountains of Nectar Valley to participate in a program. While herding cattle in the mountains, I fall asleep. In my drowsy state, I hear strange panting and gasps. Thick fog has somehow risen throughout the forest by the time I wake up. Suddenly, Sarah's anxious voice calls out from within the fog. I'm about to respond when someone suddenly covers my mouth with their hand. A voice whispers in my ear, "Don't answer. That's not your sister. It's the Temptress!"

I, Caspian Montgomery, have returned from the hellhole prison. I’ll use this Nine-Foot Titan Sword to move mountains, part the seas, cultivate myself to ascension, and rule the world.

She didn't even know werewolves were real! When Lisa journeyed to a small cabin in the Pocono Mountains to enjoy a bit of peace, little did she know that she was entering werewolf country or that she'd fall in love with one!

My husband, Henry Gibbons, is a man with a heart of gold. He has sponsored Felicity Lambert, an impoverished female college student who has come from the mountains, and yet I've never seen this person before. During the New Year holidays, Henry has traveled to the mountains to give Felicity some well-needed resources, but he ends up getting trapped there because of a blizzard. My heart aches for him, so I've shared the local news while praying for his quick return. But that's when I come across a video clip featuring a comic convention on the trending list. Henry, who claims that he's trapped in the mountains, can be seen wearing a cosplaying outfit. In the video, he's kneeling on the floor while helping a scantily-dressed young woman tie the bells to her ankles. The woman titters as she pats him on the head. "Thank you, Henry!" The caption of the video reads, "Daddy's love is the salvation meant for me and me only." I tap into the uploader's profile picture. The pinned post is a photo of the luxurious goods meant to be flaunted to the Internet. A pregnancy report sits next to those goods as well. "Daddy has told me that once that hag of a wife dies, these things will be mine!" In the comment section, Henry's smurf account has responded, "Be patient, my little minx. Her time will be up soon." At that moment, I find myself staring down at the New Year's dinner that I've just whipped up. Then, I dump everything into the trash can without hesitation.

Mya is used to the quite life in the English countryside where she lives with her parents who are the alpha and luna of their small wolf pack. However, fate has other plans for her. Taken from her home by a mysterious warlock and two strange werewolves. She is turned against her will. Kept prisoner in the Midnight mountains pack manor house and hidden away from the world. Mya is put through a vigorous training regime. Beaten on a daily basis by six shifters she hadn't even known existed before she was taken captive. But the warlock and alpha of the Midnight mountains pack have big plans for her. Cursed by the warlock and savagely attacked by the shifters. Mya's life is changed forever. What secrets does the Manor hold? Has Mya got a secret supporter on the inside? Can she persuade the shifters to aid her in her plan of escape? And what awaits her back in the big world now that she is changed forever?

Azariah Hartwell was bound to save her family and promised to a cruel stranger—until he changed the deal. Kiel Sebastian Ashford, the ruthless billionaire known as The Golden Tyrant, waited ten long years just to claim her. He rewrote the contract, moved mountains, and built an empire only to put a ring on her finger. To the world, their wedding was a dream. For Azariah Hartwell, it was the start of a war. Trapped in a magnificent penthouse high above New York, she belongs to him entirely. He controls every step she takes, every word she speaks, every part of her life. He calls it love. He calls it protection. But Azariah knows the truth: she is his most prized possession, locked away where no one else can ever touch her. Cold, dominant, and dangerously handsome, Kiel is determined to break her spirit and make her surrender. But Azariah was born with the heart of a queen, and she does not bow. She fights him at every turn, challenging his rules and testing his limits, turning her gilded cage into a battlefield. He promised she would be his. She swore she would never belong to anyone. But in a game where obsession burns like fire and love feels like a chain, only one thing is certain: between a man who takes what he wants and a woman who refuses to lose… the battle has only just begun.

They had lived in peace, a small tribe in the mountains for generations, but when the humans figure out what they are. Packs begin to go missing, villages wiped out. Then, when Lycia wakes up in a facility with no memory of how she got there, her life changes, along with all the others who were forced to enter there

Genevieve is a fun-loving, tough as nails college student who just wants to have fun. Her life changes when she catches her boyfriend cheating on her. Determined to get away, she and her bestie travel up the mountains to a forest wonderland where Gen encounters Talon. She's thrown into a world of the supernatural and discovers something about herself that will change her life forever.

Laila is just one of the many Omegas of the Grey Marsh pack, a werewolf pack widely renowned for their savage brutality. A brutality that - for some members at least - isn't only aimed at outsiders. But as fierce as Grey Marsh are among werewolves, even they tread carefully when it comes to the Lycans that inhabit the mountains to their west. They, too, are feared and avoided by others of their kind, and a werewolf is no match for the raw, brutal power of a Lycan. Or are they? She's about to find out..

On the day I rejected Isabelle Hale, Wall Street's newest golden girl, everyone thought I had lost my mind. She had everything: a Wharton degree, a national finance championship, a perfect family name, and a résumé polished enough to make doors open before she even knocked. But I knew what was hiding behind that name. Fifty years ago, her grandfather stole my grandmother's acceptance letter, her New York scholarship, and the future she had earned with her own hands. He used them to escape an Appalachian coal town with another woman, then built himself into a celebrated Ivy League professor who lectured rich students about ethics. My real grandmother, Grace Walker, was left behind in coal dust and shame. My mother grew up carrying the weight of that stolen life. They lifted me out anyway. I made it all the way to Manhattan, to a glass conference room at Northbridge Capital, where Isabelle sat across from me in a black suit tailored like victory. She thought her family name would protect her. She thought I would bow. Instead, I closed her file and said, "You didn't pass." By the next morning, they had fired me, dragged my name through the mud, and turned a press conference into my public trial. They forgot one thing. I didn't climb to the top of Wall Street to beg for a seat at their table. I came to take back every name, every chance, and every voice they stole from women like us.