Black Mountain Analysis Novels & Stories

How? Damon's POV Black Stone Mountain loomed in the darkness like a slumbering beast. My lungs burned, I bent over wheezing and panting hard like a dog, I had been running for hours. My body ached all around me. The burns from the chains still hurt. But I didn't stop. Not now. Milo was there. I could feel him inside as I got closer to the mountain, getting weaker as time went by. The black stone mountain was once a mining ground, before it was abandoned for years…

Corbett assigned Jackson, his Beta, and Bran, one of the best warriors in the pack to come along with Aron, Craig, and Ember to the Black Mountain. Ember was debriefed by Corbett on what kind of bandits that they might encounter in that infamous mountain. “That mountain is located at the very end point of the Ruka Mountain range. It’s in the north part, which means it’s heavily covered with ice and the temperature is not that pleasant. You need proper clothing if you wish to survive up there.”

“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.

The impact left a searing pain and I looked down, thinking it was a stone from maybe one of the kids but however, it was an arrowhead that had grazed past the sole of my feet. “Shit” I cussed, already boiling with anger as I reached to pick it up. I scented through my nose, trying to pick up a clue from where it must’ve come from. “Those bastard Black Mountain” I cursed. They were always so rebellious and they lived on the opposite side of the forest. They were the only ones who came here as much as we did. They were as mischievous and unbearable as their leader—Malik Denver. We never saw eye to eye, not for once. Someone as ruthless and egotistical as him never saw eye to eye with anyone in