Climax Jump Novels & Stories

Yet it is the very jump that once came close to destroying everything. I glide into the setup, heart hammering, breath tight, legs trembling. I bend my knee. I push off the ice. And....

My arms are going to hate me after this. I leap as high as I can, gripping the rope tightly with both hands while hooking my feet around it for extra support. My arms and legs work together, muscles burning as I climb higher and higher. The platform above is narrow, and when I finally pull myself onto it, the first thing I notice is the height. I peer over the edge for half a second before snapping my gaze forward. Don’t look down, don’t look down, I chant silently. The ground seems ridiculously far away. There’s another platform below this one and slightly to the right. Between the two, a massive net stretches tautly, clearly there in case I fall. Great. But there’s no ladder or rope down—j

He laughed softly as he watched her. She stumbled backward, reaching back toward the windows hoping they would open for her to get out. The windows were locked, she looked around in a panic trying to find the locks. She turned to face the windows, hoping to find an escape. Cliff inched up behind her, placing his hands on the windowsill, his arms surrounding each side of her body. He leaned close to her head and whispered, “We’re 5 stories up, jumping would be unwise.” His voice was filled with evil excitement.

It’s now or never. I grit my teeth and sending strength to my legs, I launch forward, careful to avoid the fallen men before pouncing on the tallest competitor. I catch him by surprise as I climb atop his shoulder before shoving myself from him with such force that I am momentarily airborne. The tall guy sees nothing but a blur as I jump and latch onto the pole. “HEY!” he shouts when he finally realizes what has happened.

I step up, bend down to get into launch position, when Dahlia screams, telling me to move. I launch forward, breaking into a sprint as I run up the ramp. Jumping towards the rope, grabbing it as I swing towards the platform. Balancing and running along the beams, nearly losing my balance as we reach the climbing wall. Looking up, I crouch down and launch myself up. Gripping my hands and feet as I climb up and over the top. Jumping down landing in a superhero landing. Snapping my gaze to the side as the pups all stand there bouncing and cheering as I lift my gaze to the different sized poles I need to climb and hop over. My claws slip as we grip the bark and pull ourselves up as we find our r

If the horses jump there, I'm not sure if we'll survive on the bottom. But this is Elijah's plan. He knows more than I know. If we jump, the trajectory fall might already be calculated. With this height, and heaviness of the horse with two people—it's dangerous, it will strain the horse or worst we're dead. "No! The horse is carrying two people! Jumping this height, it will break its legs!" I protest. Even if the horse jumps, it is still in free fall outside. It will fall to the ground with full acceleration and the height of this cliff. No matter how strong a horse's legs are, it will have difficulty landing. They are not cats for crying out loud.

I forgot something I should do. With its height around 13000 feet high, I wondered if I'm able to withstand the altitude sickness and cold...? Oh well, I will know when I'm up there. I went to the shortest and closest branch, which is nearly 5 times my 176cm height. I did a few test jumps, adjusting my power on my legs before actually knowing how high I should jump. Alright then... I contracted my muscles on my legs as I bent on my knees, launching myself like a catapult upwards with my legs acting as a spring. That said, the ground crumbled slightly and absorbed some of the force, but I guess it's alright.

he cried out anxiously, realizing what they were about to do. Alex had no idea what they were going to find over the edge of the cliff. It was still a better gamble than remaining here at the mercy of the avalanche. He could only pray that he was making the right decision. As they approached the cliffside, Alex took a deep, painful inhale. “JUMP!” he shouted as he and the others took a blind leap over the edge.

She could feel her pulse quickening, a primal urge clawing at her instincts as she evaluated her options. Just as the ground began to give way beneath her feet, sending loose gravel skittering into the void below, Amelia instinctively crouched low, steadying herself against the wall. Her breath quickened, eyes darting across the widening gap. With a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins, she braced for the jump—the only way across this abyss. Stepping back to gain momentum, she launched herself forward, feeling the air rush past her as she sailed over the fissure, a moment suspended in time.

“Climb!” XXX