Cersei The Mountain Novels & Stories

Eleanor was puzzled, as she also examined the wounds that appeared to be typical for her. "Yes, it is. Perhaps you were wounded by a Dresiur, a dangerous wood-like creature that can be found throughout the forest. If this is not treated, it could cause you to have hallucinations and it will be triggering your desires, leading you to your own death." While getting a basin and towel from the cupboards, she said this seriously. Eleanor sat there, bewildered, staring at Asmia.

The first light of dawn bled across the peaks like a slow wound, touching the shattered ridges where the storm had passed. Kaelen led Serenya through the mountain pass in silence, their boots scraping against frost-hardened earth. Mist pooled low in the valleys below, rolling like ghostly tides around the blackened trees. The ruins of the monastery stood ahead—half-swallowed by vines, its spires broken, its walls tilting as though the mountain itself had tried to forget them. Ravens wheeled in the distance, crying against the cold wind.

It has the same materials as any other crates I have seen but why can't get a sniff of the overpowering rank smell of flowers? I tap in my beast. She responded but with a whim. I urge to let her surface and in a split, I was able to trace a scent of the essence. Not a pleasant one. Must be from a corrupted source. The crate was clad by it, preventing any particles from coming out. So, they are using mages now to operate? How clever, and dangerous all the more.

The documents felt heavier than mere paper—potential keys to unlocking a hidden past, correcting old wrongs, and perhaps bringing healing to their fractured family. As they began the drive home under the afternoon sun, the CRV now carrying both passengers and precious answers, Eloise stared out at the passing scenery. The colors of the sky had shifted once more, from dawn’s hopeful hues to the steady gold of midday. Whatever revelations awaited them in those documents, they would face them together—prepared, as always, for the new morning yet to come. The afternoon slipped away faster than they anticipated. Darkness descended prematurely, turning the winding mountain road into a ribbon of sh

Sam said she wanted to see and feel the air outside every time she cooked, so Sarreth installed two large windows in the kitchen of their house. "Tomorrow, Celare. As you can see, I'm not the type of person who can easily broke their word." Sarreth answered me. Sarreth was in front of their full of drinks refrigerator. She opened it and took for some kind of drink that I also didn’t know what it tasted like since Sarreth was giving me pure blood. That's understandable. Even though we were confident in the power of the necklace I was wearing, my body might still not accept what normal people were drinking and what they were eating.

The cabinet creaked open—files, a flash drive, and a little glass vial, capped tight, dark red inside. Blood. A scrap of paper stuck to it, Dorian’s scribble: Yours, Sienna. Always was. She reeled back, the vial hitting the floor with a clatter, not breaking but loud as hell. Roman cursed, bending for it, but the lights blinked—once, twice—then went black. Night swallowed them whole, and a low laugh crawled from the stairs. Ezra’s voice slid through the dark: “Loved the Hide and seek, Didn't you?.”

Only my call interface remained on the screen, without showing who I contacted. I noticed Jack exhale ever so slightly. My fans shouted in frustration, “What is this? Where’s the full video?” “The organizers said the rest is still being repaired. They can only release this part for now.” “But isn’t it strange? If the car malfunctioned, shouldn’t his first instinct have been to save himself? Why would Lewis make a phone call at a moment like that?” “No one could stay that calm in a speeding, out‑of‑control car—unless he had already given up on living.”

Fe​lt the weight of eve‌ry eye assessing m⁠e⁠. ⁠Cae⁠lan remained stan​ding. "This is Sera Winters. My mate. Daxen and Kieran's mat‍e.​ You‌r Luna. She arrive⁠d at the estate tw‌o mont‍hs ago. The bon​d formed naturally. She is pa⁠ck now." He sat. Leaving me exp‌osed.

“I’m not looking for a pack.” “What are you looking for?” he asked. “Freedom. And the strength to keep it.” He studied me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “I can respect that. But the offer stands. If you change your mind, Mountain Ridge will welcome you.” He gestured to his companions. “We’re leaving. Apologies for the… aggressive introduction.” “Wait,” Elena said, her power still crackling around her. “Who sent you? How did you know to look here?”

CASSANDRA _________ The mountain winds howled through the Bloodsear Highlands, sharp and biting against my skin. The jagged peaks loomed around us, their snow-capped tips cutting into the bruised sky like the teeth of a predator. My gaze lingered on the horizon as I watched Darius pace before me, his insecurity rolling off him in waves. For all his posturing and pride, he was nothing more than a weak Alpha trying to play in the big leagues. Perfect for manipulation.