Beradu Black Mountain Novels & Stories

"Right now you serve as sufficient distraction for brother Narvi. I could win him with my eyes closed." Narvi's frown conceded his loss to be true. “That's what you think, brother." Tamael picked his nose and surveyed his finger before flicking it to the side. "If it's the black mountain, wouldn't it be white in winter?" "It's always black," Omage educated him. "Even in winter. Rumor is it was part of the war of the lost." Alsipin frowned. "It was not." Omage looked at him. "And how do you know this?"

Anya’s POV: I choked when I heard this. I sniffed subconsciously. Fortunately, he didn’t smell the smell of alcohol. “You have not been drinking, have you?” He didn’t say anything and just kept accelerating! The car quickly drove towards the winding road up to the mountain. We are almost at the Emerald Mountain. At night, many couples would drive up the mountain to enjoy the night view. “Evan, where the hell are you going?” “You will know when we get there.”

From the West Huai town to the west more than five hundred miles, a vast mountain, but see a particularly steep peak, the peak of the cloudy sky, but not the rainfall of the phenomenon, is formed by the fury, can be seen in this place is very fury. And the mountain jagged rocks, the mountain is steep, inside the cave is countless, this is the old ghost of Montenegro where the black cave mountain, hundreds of miles in a radius are reckless mountains, no one. At this moment, in a cave, only to hear the sound of heavy footsteps ringing, under the ghostly light, vaguely visible that the person is a thousand kills Royal Wind, only to see him walking a limp, the body that night grows out of the sk

The bone-chilling mountain wind whipped across the black granite peaks of the Black-Ridge territory, howling like a chorus of dying beasts. Snow fell in heavy, thick sheets, burying the narrow mountain pass beneath three feet of white powder. We had ridden hard through the night without stopping. My coal-black stallion’s iron-shod hooves kicked up plumes of snow as we crested the final ridge overlooking the Black-Ridge Citadel—a terrifying, jagged fortress carved directly into the sheer face of a hollowed-out mountain peak. Smoke billowed from the high battlements, and the iron-reinforced gates at the base of the gorge were tightly barred, surrounded by barricades of jagged black iron spikes

That is the most adult thing you have said in a decade," Kratavak said. "Don't make it strange," Ryder said. "I'm not making it strange," Kratavak said. "I'm acknowledging it. There's a difference." The sound of vehicles coming up the mountain road cut through the morning. Multiple engines, the heavy sound of significant transport. All three of them turned toward the estate gates. "He's here," Liam said. The first black vehicle came through the outer gate. Then the second. Then four more behind it, the specific formation of the Lycan King traveling with intent rather than courtesy.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 The cold mountain air rushing up the gun ship's cargo ramp tasted of crushed pine and ozone with a brutal contrast to the stale luxury Lucian Blackwood had spent his entire life buying. He stumbled forward with his knees shaking violently as his expensive leather loafers lost their grip on the metal edge. He didn't just slide down the ramp; he fell and his hands slapped rawly against the jagged river gravel of the Aspromonte valley floor.

As they both started walking towards the place from where they had entered the top, Gu Shen and Tian Tian were completely thrilled from the bottom of their hearts. As soon as they got down from the bus last night, they had already noticed that they had two mountains in the area. When one of them was the cloud mountain while the other one was the Black mountain. As everyone got down everyone did take a look at both of them and realized that the Black Mountain was not even at 1:10 height of the cloud mountain.

Sera asks curiously, glancing around at the beautiful gigantic mountain that she hadn't been able to behold earlier. The vampire glances at her with an amusing expression as they ride. “This, my little one, is the majestic Shrouded Peaks. The heart of the Black Pack. Beneath this mountain lies a cave, a passage leading to the back entrance of the vampire kingdom." Sera's eyes widen at the revelation, but confusion still clouds her heart. “Does the mountain belong to the Black Pack or the vampires?” She asks, her curiosity intensifying as she takes in the surrounding beautiful nature.

My Fer, she is all I have left. I slump back in the seat, trying to see out the darkened windows of the car. Through the windscreen I can make out the mountains of the Wildlands looming black against the gold and magenta of the Wolf Moon sky. On either side of the car, the outlines of forest pines whoosh past in blurs of bristly bark and spiky spruce needles.

The Architecture of the Mountain They reached the Blackwood Lodge at dusk. It was a "Mechanical" marvel of the pre-collapse era, a structure of heavy timber and granite that sat on a "Geological Signature" capable of masking their "Data-Stain" from "Sovereign" satellites. The lodge clung to the side of a jagged ridge, its windows like "Dark Eyes" looking out over the "Null State" of the valley below.