Blade's Edge Mountains Novels & Stories

The sharp edges of mountains came into view through the thick clouds, their black tips shearing the sky. "Are those the Bluffs?" Saffron asked aloud, her eyes tracing the jagged range. "They are. Æðelfrið said we would know we have arrived when we see the mountain that looks like a rook," Elric replied, his thoughts clear even as they soared through the darkening sky. Saffron peered down and shouted, her hand outstretched.

he said. Matthew took a position off to the side, arms crossed but alert, watching everything. I stepped closer to the table, my eyes scanning the maps automatically. “You weren’t exaggerating,” I murmured. Adam shook his head. “I wish I had been.” He pointed to several marked areas along the borders. “These are confirmed attack zones. Mostly along the northern and eastern edges.” “Dark Mountain territory,” I said. “Yeah.” I studied the pattern. “They’re not random.”

But there was a hope which was a deadly thing. My shoulders bunched with tension. I tipped my head a little to peer out. The day went by traveling. We hardly stopped in our way. Alessandro and Edward drove on shifts. It was getting dark outside. The view was breathtaking outside. The mountains in front of me were looking almost blue under the dim light. 'Now I know why it is called the Blue Mountains. The peaks are covered with snow.' It was six o'clock. A growl rumbled deep in Edward's chest. He looked at Alessandro and reached to open the door.

"There's a rope and she's laying down. But her eyes are open—" "What else?" I asked. "There's a building in the back, it's huge and dark but there's a sign of a mountain on top of it. Two mountains," Elijah said and I heaved a deep breath once I realized. Blake was at the one place I'd think last to check. He was at my Pack. Black Mountain.

“There’s nothing here, son. Just snow and stone.” Beth came up behind them, panting, her fur coat pulled tight. “The drones picked up nothing. Not even heat signatures. We can’t fly them any lower because of the storm.” “There has to be something,” Blaise growled. He dropped to one knee, running his fingers over the snow like a radar. “The storm’s fading now, shrinking closer. He’s pulling us toward him, but it’s like the mountain’s hiding them.” Ryker crouched beside him, scanning the horizon. “Could be caves. Old mine shafts, maybe. Half of this ridge collapsed decades ago. If she’s under it—”

I try to push myself as close to the mountain as possible so they can’t see me over the edge. Blake again, “look, there’s a trail of blood, see it goes over the edge”. Some gravel and stone come skidding down on my head as they disturb the edge of the cliff trying to lean over for a better view. “She has got to be dead after that fall”, Tomas says, “come on, let’s go, this is takin too long man. That storm is headin in and we are gonna get stuck on the top of this mountain in the middle of a snow storm”.

To defend his quick attack, Edgar swung his double-edged blade in an ice pick grip. The double edge blade was designed to enhance the tip of the knife. This bevel gives the blade an ability to pierce and break deeply into its subject. It's usually used for skinning animals; thus, isn't it the best weapon to beat a beast like a prime slayer hidden Alpha.

The freezing mountain wind howled across the rocky gravel path, whipping long strands of deep auburn hair across Elena’s face. She stood completely paralyzed, her heavy leather duffel bag slung over her right shoulder, her eyes locked onto the dense, shadowed tree line that marked the jagged northern boundary of the Bloodstone territory. Beyond those ancient, towering oaks lay the Jagged Peaks—a lawless, freezing expanse of no-man's-land that eventually bled into the feared, permafrost territory of the Midnight Frost Pack.

Good. I slide the stone aside and reach into the narrow compartment beneath. Inside, everything is arranged with the kind of careful precision only the Guild bothers with. Blades wrapped in oil cloth. Glass vials cushioned against impact. A compact tool roll. And a sealed packet. The map. The weight of it settles into my hands, familiar and steadying. The Guild never offers comfort. It offers preparation. Preparation is better. I break the wax seal. The first sheet is terrain. Elevation lines crowd the eastern rise and spread wider toward the hollow valley. Water routes cut thin lines through the map, marked where runoff masks sound.

There’s even a pleasant scent of some kind of flowers in the air. Looking around, I see twisting trees and bushes that look like ours. Of course, there are differences, but not very significant—though I can’t possibly know all Earth plants. Standing on the edge of the ledge, I survey the area. Behind me is the rock I climbed out of, and on the horizon, a mountain range with snowy peaks. Ahead lies a huge valley with a winding river flowing into a dense forest. Beautiful—no arguments there. Suddenly, focusing closely, I spot thin streams of smoke right at the forest’s edge. Trying to see better, it seems like there’s a small settlement! For sure! I can even make out some fields!