Beradu Black Mountain Novels & Stories

Or I could go to that address and face the unknown. Running hadn’t saved me so far. I started the engine and pulled away without looking back. I drove toward the mountains, toward the place where I was being waited for. The drive to Blackwood Heights took me far from the city and deep into the hills. The road became narrow and dangerous, twisting around the mountains. One mistake and the car would fall into darkness. The trees here were strange. They were bone-white, with no leaves. Their branches stretched out like long fingers. They looked like skeletons reaching up to the sky.

Black been in-love with me, whiles smiling as I decide to go look for my best friend and checkup on the patients later. After all, they are all doing good and when they need me, they will definitely call for me. So for now, ' mission-search-for-Marigold activated' I say to myself, still grinning at the thought that mr. Black may like me. AT THE C.E.O OFFICE! 'Why are you here, Asmodeus?' A deep voice angrily asks. 'Do I need your permission to also be in the human world?' Another voice replies with amusement. 'Answer me!' The deep voice angrily roars.

The Blackwood is popular in Adelaide for walking and hiking, jogging, and horse riding, and it's possible to go mountain biking around, although there are no paved paths. People with an interest in nature always enjoy it here too. There are no facilities except for a water tap at the entrance. The pine forest in the Blackwood is beckoning. The giant trees stand dark, mysterious, and foreboding, daring anyone to enter their domain. The hot sun during the day makes people perspire and the forest looks inviting. There's dappled lighting at the edge of the forest hinted at cool comfort, with the safety of filtered sunlight leaking through always. After thirty minutes of driving, their car took t

The breath left my lungs as our eyes met, an invisible thread pulling us together despite the distance between us. He strode inside like a storm, his presence devouring the air in the room. He looked the same and yet different. His usual composed expression darkened with fury, his broad shoulders tense, his stance unyielding. He wasn’t here as a guest. He was here for me. Behind him, his guards moved like shadows, their hands resting on the hilts of their swords. But Adrian? He didn’t need weapons. He was the weapon. “The bride belongs to the Black Mountain Pack,” Adrian declared, his voice echoing through the hall like thunder. “Stefan’s actions are nothing but kidnapping and deceit!”

I nodded and watched as he pulled a set of keys from his pocket and waved me to come. "We're driving there?" I asked, thinking it odd since I saw the buildings close by. "Yes Luna, the pack houses are further up the mountain," he said softly. I asked about the buildings near the forest and he chuckled. "Those are the supplies for the pack. Anything you can imagine is stored within them," he told me. I wondered how large the Black Mountain pack was and as we drove further up the gravel road my eyes widened at the village that came into view. A large wooden sign with the words Black Mountain was carved upon it.

he yelled. His attention shifted when he noticed the black pot hanging on a mango tree. The black pot was usually kept inside the shrine and not outside. Ibekwe crept towards the tree and tried to look inside the pot to discover its contents, but it was too high —too high for him to see.

Lykan POV The journey back to the Black Mountain Pack was quiet, but there was a powerful energy in the air, one I could feel in my bones. It wasn’t just the relief of being home, it was the anticipation, the tension of what awaited us. As we approached the pack’s borders, the sight that greeted us made me slow my steps. The road ahead was lined with people, our people standing in rows, their faces filled with joy, pride, and something that went beyond simple loyalty. They weren’t just welcoming us back, they were celebrating a victory, a homecoming that carried the weight of survival and hope.

“Really? You’re not mad?” “Why would I be mad?” I smiled, unbuckling the spare helmet and holding it out to him. “A ride it is. Hop on. I’ve got a good route planned.” We left the noise of the campus and the city behind, heading out toward the winding country roads. I took us through open farmland—long, quiet stretches of dark ground flanked by rolling green hills, old timber fences, and dense lines of pine trees. The morning air was crisp and cool, carrying the strong scent of wet grass and pine needles.

“Now move away.” “Tsk! I thought I could get a score,” Black muttered. “In your f*cking dreams.” Black’s hand slid to Grey’s thigh. “Shall we go now?” “You could’ve just asked without touching my leg.” “Why are you so overreacting? Virgin?” Black asked, annoyed. “You’re disgusting. We’re both men.” “Ouch.” Black started the car and drove to the Montenegro mansion. When they arrived, Grey immediately asked the security guard on duty outside the gate.

he smiles. Dinner? I thought we were going out for dinner? Hmm.... Adrian drives through town, then turns off on some dirt road, leading up the side of a mountain into the forest. It’s dark and the only lights out here are the lights coming from the headlights and the inside of the truck.