Beradu Black Mountain Novels & Stories

The golden mountain clearly hid countless threats, and moving forward without caution could be deadly. Suddenly, black energy began to swirl around the mountain, and in a flash, the golden peak turned jet black. The sudden transformation stunned everyone, and fear spread among the onlookers. The once-majestic mountain now radiated a deadly aura. A chilling wind swept through the area, preventing anyone from getting close. From a distance, Tyron glanced at Adrian, waiting for his decision. Adrian stayed quiet, trying to make sense of the mountain’s mystery. The blackened peak looked like a place of death, exuding an overwhelming sense of danger.

The lady next to her is dressed in a dress just like it, except hers is black. "Welcome all to my home. I am the mother of the Alpha Kings, Ethan and Aiden Black. My name is Elena Black. Beside me are the Alpha Queen Kayla Black and my son's mate. The Kings of South Carolina will not be present for this summit as they are attending to a pressing issue. In replacement of them, my grandsons, the current Alphas of The Black Alder pack." She explains. Suddenly, three very attractive triplets approach the stage, and I feel Royal walking back and forth in my head. I ask what's wrong, but she doesn't say anything. One of the men began to speak.

Like there’s something new and exciting, and yes, even a little scary waiting for me, but that it’s something I’m dying to discover. “We’re where you’re going to stay.” He turns the car off, and I glance out through the windshield. The cabin is small, but nice looking, and behind it, I can see the moon reflecting off the smooth-as-glass water of the lake. “Where’s here?” “Blackthorn Mountain. Or, close enough to it.” “I’m not sure I’ve ever heard of it.” He turns to me, his eyes studying my face, and that heated look of his warming me all sorts of ways it shouldn’t be.

She turned back to the castle, looked around the cliff — she had no one to wait for help from. The cliff was skirted by a path washed by waves and led to a stone bowl with a hot spring. The Black Cliff was located next to the underwater volcano, but it was so deep under water that its warmth reached only the bowl, heating water inside it. The sea itself remained cold, resentfully hitting a rocky prominence fencing off the bowl. There was a narrow strip of land stretching along the cliff and leading to the spring. At high tide, the strip was flooded, blocking the way to the hot "bath".

The black car traveled along a rugged mountain path before suddenly coming to a halt. “Miss, we have to get out and walk! The road ahead is completely blocked!” Raiden checked the map, searching for an alternative route. This was the only road leading to Riverdale, and other mountain paths might also be impassable due to the earthquake. Looking through the windshield, Britney saw that landslides from both sides of the mountains had brought down soil and branches, completely blocking the road. There was no way forward for the car. “Okay,” she nodded, slinging her backpack over her shoulders. Bryant had already jumped out of the car and opened the back door.

Holding a baby with a black birthmark on his forehead at the edge of the cliff. "I saw it..." Black tears were flowing through her angelic face. "I saw.. it...this child." She pointed a black dagger made up of her blood to her son's face. "Rean! put my son down!!" A sudden thunder has struck the woman, lighting up the whole place. Kepler grins. His son was growing way too far from his grip. The other team has lightened up the torch with the red smoke, Alkhun lighted up the torch with black smoke...

I will bring them home, or I will die on that mountain trying. Into the Mist With a final, sharp, devastating nod from Fennigan, the three men turned their massive mounts toward the dark, suffocating wall of the Blackwood forest. The heavy silence of the mourning dawn was violently shattered by the sudden, powerful thrum of hooves tearing against the gravel—a highly rhythmic, violent heartbeat that announced their terrifying departure.

Tyoborha, 11 July, 1889 From her vantage the Black Mountains slithered, rock and woodland strewn artfully as if by God’s own hand. And there, beneath the dark, roiling clouds, a stab of lightning appeared and made its blinding voyage towards the dry, famished earth, awesome and frightening in its brilliance. Her eyes grew wide against the surge, the very pits of her stomach leaping to the tines of her wings, her fingers…

Her family. Him. The thought steadied her. A few seats behind them, Alexander watched quietly. A small smile tugged at his lips. His little sister wasn’t alone anymore. Two hours later… Blackstone Mountain came into view. Aurora’s breath caught. The mountain rose like a giant above the forest. Dark stone. Jagged cliffs. Hidden beneath centuries of untouched wilderness. There was nothing remarkable about it. No signs. No buildings. No roads leading upward. Only silence. Victor stepped from the vehicle.

And when I looked up. There it was. Blackthorn University. Huge gates. Polished stone buildings. Students everywhere, laughing like they already belonged. My stomach twisted. Because I didn’t. Not yet. I opened the car door and stepped out before my courage could disappear. “Move, freshman!” I blinked and stepped aside quickly as a group of students brushed past me, laughing like they owned the place. Right. New life. Focus. Don’t stand out. Just blend in. “Zara Corven.”