Cersei The Mountain Novels & Stories

Zephyr was unremorseful in whatever he did, so that made him the perfect person for the job. Joan asked George how they’re supposed to get back to Ceres since the land border was closed. Any passage using the sea would’ve been monitored and constantly checked too if it went to Ceres, so that ruled out the sea route. Donatello asked about the mountains, and Nara said they wouldn’t waste security on a natural wall between the kingdoms. I brought up Merlin, and told them how he could probably get us to Ceres through the mountains with his magic.

“Because if Evelyn was right, the Crown’s true heart lies somewhere beyond these ridges. If we don’t reach it first, the Archons will.” Ronan spat into the snow. “Assuming the mountain doesn’t eat us before they do.” The ground trembled faintly beneath them like a deep pulse from within the mountain itself. No bird called. No wind dared whistle. Just that hum, rhythmic, old, alive. Kael stopped walking. The vibration pressed through his boots, up his spine, until it touched the back of his skull. The mountain is breathing. He closed his eyes and for a heartbeat, he saw flickers: a great door carved from obsidian, symbols etched across it like veins of fire. A voice whispered his name, low an

Snow still clung to shadowed ledges, but patches of hardy mountain wildflowers had begun to push through the thin soil, a fragile sign of life in this unforgiving place. Caelan rode beside Lucien, his gray warhorse steady on the treacherous path. The ancient power within him remained vigilant, moonlight threads extending ahead like silent scouts. They revealed the true scale of Rowan’s stronghold — a network of fortified caves carved into the heart of the mountains, guarded by loyal fanatics and natural defenses. Dark threads pulsed strongly from that central knot, carrying whispers of vengeance and promises of a “pure” throne.

Hearing it spoken in the open air above the Atlantic gave it a different quality. Permanent was the word she kept arriving at. Not ending. Permanent. The crown of the Vael bloodline was a physical object smaller than she'd expected, old metal worn smooth by time, carrying nothing theatrical. Seren placed it on Caspian's head with the precise care of someone who had done this for three hundred years and understood that the object was less significant than the moment. He became, in that moment, what he had been becoming for a very long time. She watched it happen.

He hadn't said anything until now. I smiled at him. “To you, being an Alpha is already a great thing that studying is nothing compared to it. But to me, I have to study, so even if you don't want to—then give me some space.” “This thing….” The one in the middle lifted his hand to hit me, but a hoarse masculine voice made him pause halfway. We all turned to the entrance, and there stood Tyrion with his friend, Kisey. He was taking a better look at everyone—his palm dipped into his pocket.

Yet beneath her anger lives a dangerous kind of empathy, the kind that notices loneliness even inside monsters. Maybe fixing a monster might not be the hardest task in the world! VAELRHUN’S P.O.V. I knew the moment I saw her that the mountain had chosen again. Not because Eirask spoke. The mountain never speaks in words. It feels, It reacts! And when Seryth Valeis stepped through the gates beneath the mountain tonight, the entire Hollow Court shifted around her like something ancient finally waking after centuries of starvation. That had not happened in a very long time.

I ran to him, throwing my arms around his shoulders as we fell to our knees together. “We did it,” I whispered. “He’s gone.” “For now,” Elira said behind us. “But darkness like that never dies entirely. It seeds.” Elian stepped forward, still weak but standing tall. “Then I’ll watch for the seed. I won’t let him grow again.” Kiva and Tavrin moved closer, both bloody but alive. Seris sheathed his blade, glancing toward the broken ceiling where the sky had begun to shine through. “The mountain’s waking up. We should leave soon.”

"My Queen, it isn't right for you to ride with a lowly maid like me. What if something happens and I can't protect you?" "Then you need to ask who I was before I wore the crown." "Hyahh…" Both women swung the reins, causing the horses to run faster. "We're here, my Queen," Merlinda said, hopping down from the horse as she helped Cersei down from hers. Something about this old place made Cersei's stomach churn. The atmosphere was unusually dark and eerie. Entering into the dark hut, she saw a middle-aged man hitting iron near the fire oven. He froze at the sight of two women behind him, as he expected no visitors.

I respond. "No, not the fever." He corrects, I understand what he's implying to. I stop eating and close the lid not feeling like eating it anymore. "Slightly better" I answer honestly, it's been 2 days since Theo has brought me here in the mountains away from civilization. The hotel we are currently staying is for werewolves, so we are in our own environment. Theo's been trying really hard to distract me from over thinking and at some points it does work but at night I can't help but let my thoughts wander off to my darkest corner.

Alma stopped punching. “Cassian.” Somewhere in Montenegro, Cassian’s Mountain Estate The air was thin at this altitude. Crisp. Quiet. Isolated. Cassian’s new fortress was a blend of old-world stone and cutting-edge tech, hidden among the jagged cliffs of the Dinaric Alps, where no signal dared to reach and the only roads were carved by private military contractors. In a dark room lined with biometric scanners and glowing screens, Cassian stood before Julian. “You came,” Cassian said, his voice like silk stretched across steel.