Beradu Black Mountain Novels & Stories

“And we aren’t in the North. I know this scent. I know the way the wind rolls off those peaks. We’re at the Mountain. But the Mountain is... different. It’s whole.” ​I followed his gaze toward the horizon. The Black Mountain stood there, dominating the skyline, but it wasn't the charred, hollowed-out husk I remembered. There were no industrial excavations, no scars from the Aegis labs, and no smoke rising from its base. It was a jagged, magnificent crown of white snow and dark stone, draped in forests that had never known the bite of a human’s axe. ​And there, perched on the highest, most inaccessible ridge, was the Spire.

I was filled with the urge to scream, but I couldn't; the wind kept slapping me shut. After 2 minutes of turbulent speed, he finally came to a halt. I came crashing down almost immediately, my stomach churning from the insane air I had been putting up during the ride in his arms. "So, Vamparina, do you know where we are?" He questioned. I raised my head a bit, staring at the big mountain, which had come crumbling like it had been struck by a meteor. "Dark skies, dewy sands, that's the Gerly Mountain. How did it crumble?"

At around two in the morning, the black car, with no license plates, stopped slowly at the foot of the Inkstone Mountain Range. Walter opened the door and got out of the car, making sure there was no pursuit from behind, then walked along the rough and windy mountain road halfway up the mountain. From a distance, he saw the picturesque pavilion standing among the dense forest and immediately dropped to the ground. He knelt and said, "Master, I've successfully completed the task!

In Black Mountain Continent. It was a cool evening. The blissom world, just like a human virgin girl, shying on her first sexual intercourse, hesitated to resist the warm and soothing-pricking of the yellow beams of sunlight, as they bypassed the hover clouds and penetrated, to seep into the open sky. It was one of those days when the sun adorned the sky. and merged conspicuously, to create subtle disarray of beautiful colors.

that I was right beside him. The mountain rose before us, jagged and black against the pale winter sky. Blackwood Peak. Even from two miles out, I could see the smoke. A thick, oily column of black soot rose from the high summit, drifting across the grey clouds like a stain. The smell hit us ten minutes later as the wind shifted... burning timber, melted stone, and the sharp, chemical stench of siege explosives. My First Moon blood reacted before my eyes could see the flames. A sharp, agonizing throb started behind my forehead, a high, ringing frequency vibrating through my teeth. My wolf lifted her head in my chest, letting out a long, mournful howl that only I could hear.

The black SUV tore through the midnight fog, Xavier’s hands steady on the wheel. I sat in the passenger seat, my body still screaming with every bump in the road. The soreness between my thighs was a constant, pulsing reminder of the night before, but I gritted my teeth. I couldn't be weak now. Not when my mother was so close. "Five minutes out," Xavier muttered, his eyes fixed on the GPS. "The transport is a white medical van. Adriana says they’ve bypassed the main highway to avoid cameras. They’re taking her to the 'Blackwood' facility."

The gravel crunched under the tires of my beat-up sedan as I pulled into the long, winding driveway of Blackwood Retreat. Pines towered on both sides, thick and dark, swallowing the late-afternoon sun. The place looked exactly like the website promised… secluded, peaceful, a former monastery turned spiritual sanctuary for the lost and the broken. That was me. Broken.

They were known for surviving. And survival often demanded cruelty. Tonight, the moon cast its silver glow over the crimson-colored cliffs that gave the territory its name. The light reflected against sharp stone walls stained by centuries of iron-rich earth, making the mountains appear drenched in blood. A cold wind swept through the peaks. It carried the scent of wolves. War. And something else. Something ancient. At the center of the territory stood Black Fang Mountain. A massive structure of stone that towered above every surrounding peak. Hidden within its heart was a vast cave system that stretched deep beneath the earth.

Jack gets into the car and gets ready to join the deal with Adam and David. Three black cars came out of the mansion, one of which was driven by Adam and David. David took the wheel. Their car sped out of the forest, speeding through the deserted road in the early hours of the morning. They must arrive on time and must make transactions quickly. The biggest and most feared mafia group in continent X is not an easy thing. Even though they are feared, they are still the target of other mafia groups. Many groups are waiting for the destruction of the mafia led by Adam, Black Rose. The groups that are trying to destroy Black Rose are only aiming to be seated, they want to replace Black Ros

As they began the long trek up a steep mountain, Nim began looking around warily. “What’s wrong?” Almora queried. Nealinim murmured. “We’re in the Black Mountains.” “Yes.” He nodded. “That is a concern as well.” “What is a concern?” Catching the tail end of the conversation, Lon was alarmed. “Dogs of Battling.” Disseus responded. Everyone knew the animals belonged to the demon master, Radix. And would obey Nierwae if he bid them to do so.