Books Set In The Mountains Novels & Stories

", replied the 1st mountain. Mane looked at the mountains. He felt as though the 1st three mountains had higher statuses than the others- a though they were the rulers of this space. For when they spoke, the other mountains went quiet. "What are your names"? It was the 2nd mountain that spoke this time, "That is for us to know and for you to find out. We will each tell you a riddle. When you understand the riddle, you will know that mountain's name, and you will understand that mountain, live the life of that mountain and be that mountain". Mane looked at the 1st mountain and said, "Are you really mountains". "You know the answer to that question don't you my dear boy". Mane smiled at the an

Anna POV It’s been a few days and now I am out with bri wondering around the mountains. Of course our men didn’t like that because it was out of the packs and they hadn’t found ways to put up barriers yet. Also although the rogues aren’t attacking it’s still uncomfortable to have so many around packs hanging out so that didn’t help our mates feel better about this outing. However I had a few ideas and we just wanted to check out the area and see if we could use some of it for training or safety plans. I have heard of a few packs that hide safely areas in mountains. I read about some others who train in them and I also thought we might hide weapons out here in hidden places for any time we ma

Chapter 62: The Uncharted Matrix The winter twilight was really quiet on the mountain ridge. Outside the library windows the pine branches were bent down because of the heavy snow. The dark branches looked really cool against the snow. Inside the big fireplace made the room warm and cozy. The warm light from the fireplace made the wooden floor look nice.

Eleanor’s POV: The film was set to shoot on Cloud Mountain, an untouched forest region on the outskirts of North City. Cloud Mountain spanned about 2.9 square kilometers, with its highest peak just under 1,500 meters. From above, the mountain's curves resembled drifting clouds. A lake rested at the base, glowing softly like twilight—hence the name, Cloud. The set was built halfway up the slope, where the terrain leveled out. Once props and effects were added, it would perfectly match the setting described in the original novel.

Winter deepened, and with it came uneasy news. The snow fell heavier now, piling high against the huts, frosting the trees, silencing the forest. The pack huddled by their fires, emerging only when necessary. But the cold wasn't the only thing that kept them indoors. Scouts reported strange movements in the mountains—shadows where there should be none, fires lit in places long abandoned. The mountain tribes, defeated and scattered, were gathering again. Not in force—not yet—but enough to notice, enough to worry.

Chapter 82: The Scent of Justice The cold that clung to the mountains felt different now. It wasn’t the sharp, cutting cold of dawn anymore. It had settled into something duller, heavier—like the world itself was holding its breath. From the ridge where Luca and Ethan crouched, the entire St. Bernard Pass lay exposed beneath them, a thin white scar along the mountainside. Hours earlier, the place had been a battleground of panic, gunfire, and survival. Now it moved with the quiet precision of a federal operation.

MENDORA'S POV One thing I have quickly come to learn since we arrived in the mountains is that night always falls fast and hard. The wind screams through the cliffs as fires could be seen burning across the village below like little sparkles of light. I'm bored beyond words. Sitting in the room they had assigned to me, pretending to go through the old books stacked nearby. Every now and then, I'd glance outside at the slightest voice or disturbance. “Get a grip of yourself!" I almost scream at myself and maybe my wolf too. I hated that I felt this giddy and excited because of a simple "I'll see you tonight lupa.”

Liam sighed heavily as he trudged his way back home, the night weighing heavily upon him as he trekked down into the mountainside. The path is one he is accustomed to, but tonight it has felt different. Soon enough, the scenery broke way to the entrance of his pack's territory-a wide range of mountains draped in mist that stood immense and dauntless. This was a place apart from the rest of the world, where outsiders feared to tread. The mountain stood to its heights of broken rocks and deep gorges-ancient, yet alive in this contemporary world. It stood intimidatingly, yet for those who belonged to it, it was an omen of pride and strength.

A pack war was coming, and Mountaintop was right in the middle of it. End of book one. Story continues in Mated To The Alphas.