Cold Mountain Novel Novels & Stories

"For them, and for the skies they gave their lives to protect." … The mission turned out to be far more brutal than anticipated. For 17 days, I remained covertly deployed behind enemy lines, narrowly escaping death on three distinct occasions. When I finally secured the intel, my location was compromised, and I was boxed into a valley by enemy forces. I was completely out of ammo, and a bullet had torn through my right shoulder, soaking half my body in blood. Slumping against a boulder, I booted up the encrypted communicator to send out my final transmission.

The human army would build bait as the feral army travelled around the Cold Mountain to mount a side assault from the mountainous region in the south. The Cold Mountain passage was walled by the mountain range in the north, the Dark Ocean in the west, Devils Forest in the east, and by the huge lake in the south. The only opening into the Cold Mountain lay in the east, where the dominant Feral forces stood guard. When they discovered the Waterland army arriving on the lake, they would split their forces between east and west. They would not be expecting a flanking raid from the mountainous northern region. The enormous mountain cave was precipitous to ascent and, therefore, an unexpected entr

Lumaro announced as his Hummer car stopped in front of a big castle-like building, which truly amazed Grazziena. When Grazziena got out of the hummer and stepped down the land of the Cold Mountain Pack, all of a sudden, a whistling strong wind hissed like chanting that filled her ears and brought shivers to her whole body.

I looked around carefully, slowly understanding that I was in a new place, and a frighteningly dirty one at that. I wondered how I got there, but the question didn’t linger for long. Everything replayed in my head as though it had been fast-forwarded. I remembered Adrian’s bodyguards dragging me into a dark corner after he gave his strict orders. I remembered struggling, fighting, then a white handkerchief pressed over my nose. That was the last thing I remembered. I tried to rub my eyes, but my hands wouldn’t move. Instead, the sound of metal echoed faintly. “What’s wrong?” I turned, panic flooding me, and that was when I realized my hands were chained.

Something that connected to the man behind the title… The Cold CEO. And whatever vow he had broken.

which paid the mortgage and utilities. On the right monitor: a manuscript titled "The Gray Chronicles: Book Three." His publisher was getting impatient. They didn't know their best-selling dark fantasy author was literally a centuries-old being sharing a body with a teenager. The advance paid for Cara's... considerable wardrobe expenses. Shadowalker's voice echoed in their shared mindspace: "The protagonist's motivation in chapter seven remains unconvincing." "He's based on you," Northstar thought back, fingers flying over the keyboard. "Of course he's emotionally stunted."

I kept walking, not even glancing back as she ran after me in tears. However, the bustling streets stood between us, and she could never get close again. Frank's gravestone lay in the countryside, where he once spent his happiest days. That was where he wanted to rest. I took the peace amulet that Frank used to wear and tucked it into my bag. As I got on the plane, I held onto the amulet tightly and drifted off to sleep. Frank was in my dream, just as I remembered him, with a smile on his face. He said, "Dad, thank you."

As if giving a verdict, I said softly, "Harvey, I'm getting married. Feel free to drop by our wedding." I tossed the ring into the snow. It vanished instantly. Harvey dropped to his knees and frantically searched for it, his face pressed to the snow. He had no pride left to speak of. His voice trembled as he muttered over and over, "If I find the ring, Jenna will forgive me. If I find it, she'll forgive me…" I shook my head and went back into the house. The lost could never be found. The next day, the groundskeeper told me of having seen a man searching in the snow all night, like a madman. He eventually passed out from the cold and was rushed to the hospital.

Flash back “ Commander Robins, I secured the target, obtained the answers we were looking for. I don’t think the target is of much use to us anymore. It looks as though he is touch and go. I had to use extreme measures to get the answers we sought. He was tight lipped for a while. The primary target is located in the middle of the Arctic, held up on one of the water rigs used for aquamarine sciences. He stated that the target has about 20 armed guards. 3 that follows him wherever he goes. We had schematics of the rig right here, sir.” I pointed at the spot on the map to where the rig was located and pulled out blueprints of the rig. Commander Robins and I then went over each possibility at p

Not a chance! "Do you like to paint?" Duke Kensington asked. Lady Melissa turned to look at Duke Kensington when she heard his question. She tried to remember what the author had written about this male lead in the novel. Didn't the male lead was said to be cold, unfeeling and most importantly, he didn't like to interact with women, even with his wife? The way things were now had completely deviated from the storyline. First, he approached her when she's at the bookstore, he later interfered and refused to let her pay for the materials, then he shamelessly followed her into the carriage and now he's trying to initiate a conversation with her. 'What the hell is going on with this chap? Fine,