Cersei The Mountain Novels & Stories

Zelda. Brenda's hands tightened on my shoulders. "Remember what I said? It ends here," she hissed. I swallowed hard and fretfully turned back to look behind me, I wanted to push her off me but I also knew that any wrong move from me would make the situation worse. Suddenly, A car screeched loudly to a halt nearby, distracting Brenda momentarily. As she turned, a stranger emerged—a man with blazing golden eyes. My gazes locked on his, and a surge of energy coursed through me. Strength I'd never known surged through my limbs.

*Preminition* I see a man standing in the Alpha's office of the Deadly Nightshade pack with Statham, Jayce, Jonah and the man who attacked us 8 years ago, who I assume is King Sebastian talking to him. "Alpha's and King Sebastian, I have been contacted by my friend and the Beta of Moonstone Sky pack. He said that Serenity is residing in their pack. She ended up being attacked by rogues just outside their border and was badly injured. They thought she wouldn't make it for awhile.

It tapped once on the iron. Then again. Then flew off toward the mountains. Ceres stood slowly, her voice steady. "Then let the mountains answer." She turned back to the scroll. And beneath her breath, she added: "And let no one be safe when the truth returns."

"Yes. He used dark magic to tip the scale in his favor. If we want to take him down, we have to bring his essence out of the mountain and put it in front of him. That’s the only way to undo what he’s done." Drey stood up, pacing. "Why didn’t anyone know? Why didn't the Elders sense this?" "Camellia said the power he used was ancient. Something no one would dare look for. It masked itself like truth. Even the Elders couldn’t see through it." Tessy shook her head. "And the essence... It's in the 21st mountain?" "Yes. The mountain is part of a cursed terrain. Camellia warned me it won't be easy. There are traps, though not physical ones, but spiritual ones. They are wrapped in visions, nightmar

The Seer’s Trial The mountain path steepened as Aria and Caden led their group higher, the air thinning with each step. The mist from the valley had dissipated, but the chill of the altitude seeped into their bones. Rollan stirred in his sling, his tiny hands clutching at Aria’s cloak as if sensing the tension. The warriors trailed close, their eyes scanning the jagged cliffs for signs of Victor’s loyalists. The ritual’s interruption had scattered the enemy, but the threat lingered like a shadow, unseen yet palpable.

It appeared, Caer Tharnis, an ancient mountain fortress buried in ice. I took a deep breath. "It says Iin an ancient mountain fortress buried in ice." Xareth leaned forward, brows knitted. “That’s it? No coordinates? No region? Do you know how many damned mountains are buried in ice?” I shrugged lightly. "That’s all the book gave me," I replied. He said nothing, only drummed his fingers rhythmically on the armrest, the tension in the room thick enough to choke on. “Is that all?” I asked, already aching to be away before he asked for more information, because I can't tell him it's in Caer Thanis.

The sense of unease in the air was unmistakable. “We’re almost there,” Caelum said, his voice firm once more. “Stay alert. I don’t trust the Council’s spies are the only ones watching us.” Sera’s heart thudded in her chest as they neared the enclave’s entrance, the large stone doors carved into the side of the mountain. Guards were stationed on either side, their eyes scanning the surroundings with sharp precision. When they saw Caelum, their expressions didn’t soften. Instead, they raised their weapons in defense.

As he runs deeper into the woods toward Silvermoon, the night air cuts cold against my skin, but all I can feel is him, the promise, the power, and the storm we’ve both barely contained. The cave he somehow managed to find is small but big enough to keep us both inside. It is dimly lit by a shaft of moonlight that cuts through a crack in the stone. The air is damp, thick with the scent of earth and pine sap. Darius moves with quiet purpose, his bare chest rising and falling, his breath still uneven from the run. He returns a few minutes later with a handful of broad green leaves, glistening with dew. I watch as he crushes them between his palms, releasing a sharp, minty scent that makes my h

Cain rose beside her in a rush of ember and shadow, the familiar blaze of orange and coal threading his scales like living fire. No destination at first. Just flight. They climbed until Ashbarrie was a distant crown of stone and light, until the land softened into ridges and valleys and the pull in Avi’s chest, the Circle, the Council, Sereth loosened its grip enough for her to breathe. Cain angled north, toward the mountains that cut the horizon into jagged silver. The wind grew thinner, colder. Avi matched his pace easily, the bond between them tightening into something wordless and steady.

“Just a storm, darlin’. They don’t get them bad here like we did down South thanks to these big ole mountains. It’ll blow over soon.” As the whoosh of air met Ben’s ears, a growl of warning rose from his chest. When the next flash came outside the window, the lights suddenly went dark. While her heartbeat pounded in her ears, Imara lifted her shaking hand and snapped her fingers as a red ball of light rose from her palm. The front door opened and Selvin ran through the doorway with Eliza sleeping in his arms. Imara gasped in horror as Ben and Haldir ran after Selvin. Thorin yelled at Imara but she was frozen in shock. He turned her to face him and shook her until her eyes finally snapped up