Cold Mountain Novel Novels & Stories

The blizzard was a white wall of rage as the blacked-out snow vehicle crept up the mountainside. Site 6 was buried beneath layers of Siberian ice, a forgotten relic of the Cold War now repurposed for something even darker. Sophia sat beside Rafael in the back of the armored crawler, her breath fogging in the freezing air. She wore insulated tactical gear, a pistol at her thigh, and a serrated blade at her hip. But it wasn’t the cold or the looming danger that chilled her. It was the silence. The stillness before an unseen storm.

My hands bore small cuts from the blade I had fought with, and though Jasmine padded softly by my side, her paws were steady as always, even though she seemed quieter than usual, as if sensing that the next trial would test something deeper than my body. As we climbed, there was a change in the weather as the air grew colder. I had gotten used to strange shifts in weather; the thirteenth mountain had blistering heat, the sixteenth had storms that threatened to break the earth apart but this cold was different. It didn’t sting the skin. It seeped inward, creeping into the chest as if trying to freeze the heart itself before I even reached the summit. I tugged the scarf tighter around my neck,

The snow no longer felt cold , the heat of the fight burned it out of her. One soldier broke through the line, running for the frozen river. She gave chase, boots slipping on the packed snow. They reached the water's edge together , the man spun, a hatchet clutched in numb fingers. He swung. She ducked, slipped, felt the blade whistle past her ear. She rolled, came up on one knee, and drove her dagger into his thigh. He screamed, the sound sharp as ice cracking. She wrenched the blade free, buried it in his gut. He dropped, breath steaming in the snow like an animal brought down at last. She stood, chest heaving, eyes sweeping the marsh. Shapes moved through the mist , council loyalists t

Returning back to the bedroom looking at my naked wife I had no intensions of helping her get dressed , we are both going to sleep naked while cuddling each other I said to myself Well I have to say it’s pure torture cleaning her up , when I was done cleaning her up I headed to the bathroom to go pleasure and clean my self up . Returning back to the bedroom looking at my naked wife I had no intensions of helping her get dressed , we are both going to sleep naked while cuddling each other I said to myself ***************************** Hey guys so I just wanted to take a short break to introduce to you my second novel which I just released recently, I bet you will love it . It’s titled FATED T

When I heard the sounds, I knew I was on the right track. (Slash! Bang!) The thunderous sound then soared, causing pain in my ear. "Oh my God! The wolf in here appears to be wild..." I said something, turned around, and changed my path. Until I reach a place with a thick railing and some rooms closed off by the bar. "Is this the dungeon where the kingdom's enemy is imprisoned?" I said quietly as I opened the grate. Fortunately, it isn't locked, so I don't have to break in.

Every time he speaks it makes my insides melt a little more with nervousness. He turns to walk out, then turns back, “ Are you comfortable?” Just wishing he would go now so I can gather the last of my self respect and bury my head under the covers for the rest of the day. I reply, “yes, thank you”. That seems to appease him and he smiles that lovely smile of his and turns and leaves me to ponder on how I actually got to be here, on an Alaskan mountain, during the biggest snow storm of the century, with a woman doctor and her sheriff husband, and this enticingly good looking Alaskan mountain man, without my sister?

This collection was going to be a piece of cake, just as the rest of our stay in this post-apocalyptic world had been. Justine paved the charge to the front door, and Diana and Ricky separated to join Dr. Melendez in the control room to watch the gathering. We ended up waiting for Dr. Melendez to unlock the gate, and I almost shuddered. There was a new layer of accumulated snow on the ground, crunching beneath my shoes, and I drew my coat tightly about myself, struggling to remain warm. I only prayed my mittens wouldn't get in the way of my capability to squeeze the trigger on my handgun, but I couldn't take them off and jeopardize my fingers becoming desensitized and uncooperative.

Chapter 82: The Scent of Justice The cold that clung to the mountains felt different now. It wasn’t the sharp, cutting cold of dawn anymore. It had settled into something duller, heavier—like the world itself was holding its breath. From the ridge where Luca and Ethan crouched, the entire St. Bernard Pass lay exposed beneath them, a thin white scar along the mountainside. Hours earlier, the place had been a battleground of panic, gunfire, and survival. Now it moved with the quiet precision of a federal operation.

He left the room. A fierce winter covered the forests with heavy snow-clusters and icicles, and filled ravines to their edges with drifts, so that the whole land seemed a single white plain. Great, sudden storms came, in which men and herds were lost under the pall of snow; roads grew misleading and perilous. A lonely Jaweldur howled in the distance.

I never doubted for even a second that the two of them would always be there for me. Now as I stand on the same edge, just six months later, I am without them both. Wilder, because of a horrible twist of fate, was forever taken from me. Wyatt, though, he is gone from me and it's my own damn fault. Over the last two week, ever since Thanksgiving, it's been colder in my house than the December wind outside. I look down at the light dusting of snow, that is so rare in Alabama and I could almost believe it's a sign from Wilder. “You thinking about jumping?”