Books Set In The Mountains Novels & Stories

“Your beast forms thrive on your weaknesses, hunger being one of them.” I take a single bite, which is usually enough for him. He flips another page. I hear it all. The way he slides his finger over the yellowed parchment. The crackle and snap of the fire burning in the large, brick hearth across the room. The howling wind carrying termination dust off the tallest mountain peak, the first snow of the season. Winter is not far off. Here, in the high mountains, it has already arrived. It’s too much. The silence is just… too fucking much.

I placed my hand in his and stepped down from the car. The first thing I noticed was the mountains. Snow Jade Pack sat within a breathtaking ring of towering, snow-covered mountains that seemed to touch the clouds. Thick evergreen forests covered the lower slopes, making the pack feel peaceful and well-protected. It was different from Stormfang. It wasn't as modern, but it had its own charm. Every building blended ancient craftsmanship with modern luxury. Elegant stone structures stood beside beautifully designed glass buildings, their rooftops dusted with snow, giving the entire pack a rich and timeless beauty.

The Snow Mountains had always been a place where few dared to travel. Jagged peaks cut into the sky like ancient blades. Snowstorms swept across the valleys without warning, swallowing entire paths within minutes. Even the strongest wolves avoided the region unless absolutely necessary. That was exactly why Kaleb Wilder had chosen it. Hidden deep within one of the mountain’s narrow passes stood a small wooden cabin, half-buried beneath layers of snow. Smoke curled weakly from the chimney as the fire inside struggled against the bitter winter winds.

And with that I marched off into the mountains to face my gravest enemy yet. I stood at the bottom of the mountain and stared up at it, excitement tingling in my frozen fingers and nerves burrowing a hole down the centre of my chest. Windows had been sliced into the mountainside, blunt holes covered with warped glass that didn’t look like it had been made to fit those windows. There were no flowers, no ivy, no rolling fields or farmland. I shuddered into my cloak, wishing I’d worn more than a thin leather jacket and sweatshirt beneath it. Clothes made in Blue Moon weren’t built for the cold like this; the cloak had been tailored especially for the occasion and by the stars, I was grateful fo

“You’re going to magically make me less anxious?” “Maybe not magically.” “That’s disappointing.” A faint smile touched his mouth. “I can at least try.” The road widened as they moved deeper into Dark Mountain territory. The forest thinned in places, revealing more signs of settlement than Edgewater Falls had larger roads, utility buildings, small clusters of homes built into the lower slopes of the mountain. Lotty noticed it immediately. “This is bigger.” Decker nodded. “Yes.” “A lot bigger.” “Dark Mountain has always had more people.”

Stillness handed forward like something fragile. Nowhere else feels quite like that old house down south where they kept busy, tracing lines across big paper spreads of the realm. Sometimes I drift back to the stone-walled space up in the tower - chalk dust, books stacked high. Wind howling over open fields comes next, me and Gareth chasing cloth dragons through gusts. His grip firm around mine as he hoisted me up, world tilting beneath boots. Then her words at night, low and steady, painting pictures beside crackling flames. Finding my place in the mountains means letting go of them, sometimes. It isn’t constant - yet the core of who I am settles into rock, distant from their growing world.

She knew that this was their last chance to save the kingdom, and failure was not an option. The majestic mountain stood tall, its peaks piercing through the sky, as if trying to reach the heavens. The sheer size and grandeur of the mountain were awe-inspiring, and it seemed to be a world unto itself. The slopes were covered in lush greenery and thick forests, teeming with wildlife that called the mountain their home. As one approached the mountain, they would notice the intricate patterns etched into the rock face, carved over centuries by the elements, creating a unique and breathtaking landscape. The air around the mountain was crisp and fresh, with a cool breeze that swept through the va

He returned my smile and leaned closer. “Is there anything in the books about the settlements of the Forsaken?” He asked. Was there? I sank into my feeble head to think. “Maybe there was something. Maybe there is, but I can't recall reading through it. The only settlements mentioned were the cave at the mountain, which is inhabitable now, The home that was burnt down by Bianca…and…” the last name flickered, despite my efforts, nothing clicked. “That's okay,” he rested his palm on my leg. “You've tried,”

He said a few words to Ding Hao, turned around, and left. At this time, the sun had slowly set in the distant ice-capped mountains in the west. There was a vast expanse of white in this region. Snowflakes danced on the mountains like silver snakes, and the plains were covered with white snow. The setting sun was as red as blood, dyeing the silver-coated ground red. There was still a very short time before nightfall, and it was almost time. After waiting for a while, no one else came to the Back Mountain. It seemed that the forces that had obtained the Sky-fleeing Stone Keys had entered the chessboard formation.

I mutter with a devilish grin on my face. After we stoically make it back to the car, and I tip the bellhop, Tammy and I face the three-hour journey up to her cottage in the mountains. We chatter and natter the whole time, whilst singing along to the songs playing on the radio as melodic background noise. About two hours in, we finally start to descend the mountain that has been taunting us with its presence ever since we got out of the congestive airport. The mountains are covered with a rug of trees; green, yellow, scarlet and orange, but their bare tops are scarfed and beribboned with a sprinkling of snow. From carved rocky outcrops, waterfalls drift like skeins of white lawn, and in the