Can You Feel The Mountains Tremble นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The First Turn Saxa “Oh, my children,” he says softly. “You already are.” For half a second the world holds perfectly still. Then the mountain answers. The vibration that had been humming quietly beneath our feet all night suddenly deepens, rolling through the valley like distant thunder. Snow shivers across the clearing as the earth trembles beneath our feet. My wolf freezes. Not from fear. From recognition. The sensation crawls up my spine and explodes behind my ribs like lightning striking bone.

And then it happened. The ground shuddered beneath us. At first, it was subtle—a distant rumble, like the far-off crash of a mountain collapsing miles away. But the tremor grew stronger, until the very earth beneath our horses’ hooves quaked as though something had burst deep below the surface, its shockwave traveling across the land. I tightened my grip on the reins, my heart pounding in my chest. "Hold steady!" I called back to the Gammas, my voice strained as we pressed forward.

Aurelius crossed his arms. Then: "Barely." Then: "You?" Eryx shrugged. Then: "Same." God. No. Fair. That was not reassuring. Reasonable honestly. Then suddenly— the ground shook. Once. Twice. Three times. BOOOOM! BOOOOM! BOOOOM! The mountains trembled. Then Eryx sighed. Immediately. Then: "That's unfortunate." Nobody liked hearing that phrase anymore. Not even slightly. Then Thomas looked toward the mountains. Then:

"For the first time in three hundred years, our people can plant crops without fearing the siphon." "They will plant," I agreed, leaning into the solid, reassuring heat of his shoulder. "And we will guard the gates." The cheer of the warriors was still ringing through the pass when the air suddenly changed. It was subtle at first—a sudden, unnatural drop in the wind that caused the flames in the iron braziers to flatten into thin, blue needles. The deep, grounding vibration of the mountain foundation didn't stop, but a second, high-pitched tremor began to vibrate through the soles of our boots.

The ground shuddered so greatly that the surrounding peaks nearly collapsed on their foundations. Chu Xun no longer wore his usually placid composure; instead, he gawked with amazement as the huge mountain now shining in gold began moving. It began rising and rose tens of meters into the air. And that was not all; the mountain even had legs! Eight long, golden legs that soared into the air like skyscrapers, lifting up the huge mountain. Whatever this thing was, it began to move and each time a leg moved, the earth would tremble as if in fear.

Threads of light flickered between rocks, as though the mountain veins carried the stormline’s pulse. At midday, we reached a plateau. From there, I could see the faint horizon of our valley far behind us , our nodes like tiny stars against the earth. Ahead, the mountains rose like sleeping giants, their peaks hidden in pale clouds. Then I felt it: a tremor in my chest, gentle but clear. The same vibration that had come through the stormline during its awakening. I pressed my palm to the stone beneath my feet. “It’s stronger here,” I said. Kale crouched, feeling the ground. “The pulse runs beneath this range.”

None of them do. Only I can feel it. The moon breaks free from the clouds, pouring white light across the forest. It floods the clearing, glimmering over the blood and the fallen. The world seems to hold its breath as everything unfolds in slow motion around me. My fingers are still pressed to the ground when a tremor ripples through the earth beneath me. I gasp as the tremors begin to spread fast, pulsing through the soil, stronger and deeper. Around me, the wolves and vampires begin to stagger, confused by the shaking ground. Even Zarek frowns, his head snapping toward the movement.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 The mountain didn't just shake; it roared. The sound was a deep, guttural grinding of tectonic plates being forced apart by something far more precise than nature. As the violet-eyed machine; a titan of steel and pulsing circuitry tore through the Alpine forest, the very foundations of the Sterling estate began to groan.

The fragile moment of stillness shattered without warning. Another violent tremor ripped through the mountain, dislodging massive chunks of crystal from the ceiling high above. Stone and shattered crystal rained down across the chamber floor as frightened soldiers scrambled backward toward the exits in blind panic. The entire mountain seemed to be tearing itself apart, groaning and cracking under forces it could no longer contain.

It reached my heart, and suddenly, my vision was filled with light. I saw roots, miles and miles of glowing, intricate roots spreading out beneath the mountain, pulsing with a vibrant green light. I felt the slow, steady heartbeat of the earth itself, a rhythm that resonated deep within my own chest. I could hear the whispers of the trees, the rush of underground rivers, the distant stirrings of hibernating bears. It was as if the mountain had opened its soul to me.