Dead Mountain Book Novels & Stories

I typed in my code and began to read. Target: Samuel Adams Male, 24 Last known location: 24 miles North- Northeast of Deer Lodge, Montana. Isolated cabin off Canyon Ferry Lake. Occupants: One hostage, 13 year old female. Will rescue in the morning. Offence: Killing and setting fire to multiple locations resulting in 9 deaths. Amount: 200k for completion of job, bonus of 20k for unharmed minor left alone in bed. It included a picture of the man, short stubbly looking guy, ragged beard with moustache, dark brown eyes, shaggy eyebrows, missing a few teeth and looks like he hasn’t bathed in months. I could almost smell him from here.

Therefore, Miguel believed that the second option must be true, and it gave him hope that if they could get hold of this book, the spell it contained would surely help them contact Nadir in the Underworld and get the message across. - We have to find this book, at all costs.- Miguel was talking to himself as he searched the internet for places selling old books, especially on the subject of magic or esotericism. And he really did thought so - for Miguel was ready to get rid of all his savings, if only to get his hands on the book. Additionally, Nadir left behind not only her belongings and clothes, but also quite a lot of money earned while working at the bar. As it was all cash, Miguel gave

Across the abyss, the sun rises on Earth. The Queen's throne is abandoned. God is dead. Israfel weeps for the damned- but who shall weep for me? * The roads were completely deserted, covered in four feet of snow, as Damien plowed down Main Street. He'd turned the radio on to quell his anger. Tom Waits' ragged crooning accented passing neon lights and the frosted windowpanes of restaurants and assorted shops. His bar stood lone sentinel at the base of Cemetery Hill. Downtown was deserted due to the storm, and his pack hadn't even bothered to cover their footprints. Unnaturally large “dogs” loped in the snow bank, and the cars of various members of the Neighborhood Watch were parked in

"but it's strange… Why would Damien need to get rid of books that give information about Rogues?" "It's not that strange when you really get to know him. There are a lot of things he always wants to keep hidden. That book isn't just filled with interesting factoids on Rogues. There are some really dangerous things there that could get people killed. And get Damien exposed in ways he might not want to be exposed." Mitchell said and tilted her head to the side, "I'm guessing you discovered a thing or two and that's why you've brought that book over?" "Well… yeah actually." Jason said and opened up to the page about the 'mouth of the mountain.' "We wanted to know what you know about this place.

Birds had nested in the dashboard. At midday, they stopped to eat. Damon pulled from his pack a battered copy of *Watership Down*, which he’d scavenged from a burned library two towns back. He read aloud as they chewed dried fruit and jerky, his voice soft and oddly reverent. It was the only book they’d kept, after the world ended. As he read, Elena watched Donovan run perimeter checks, ever alert. She wondered if this vigilance would ever break, if he could ever trust in the possibility of a future. Damon caught her glance and folded the book shut, reading her mind as always.

Vivian conceded, her tone a blend of relenting and caution. "Thank you so much, young lady. You are such a lifesaver," he expressed his gratitude, and a grateful smile adorned Vivian's face. "So, what's the name of the book you are looking for?" Vivian inquired, curiosity coloring her voice. "The White Death," he revealed, and Vivian's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the title. "What kind of book is that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Supernatural," he replied, his gaze intensifying as he locked eyes with her.

It bothered him a lot. He turned to Athon. "Let him be buried immediately," Grey said and Athon nodded. "Do you perhaps know the reason on his death?" He inquired. "I think I do, my Lord," Athon said as he walked over to the shelf. "One of the books on the shelf is missing, my Lord. It is the only book concerning the mysterious ancient lake," he replied. Grey was puzzled. "What has a book got to do with the death of the Mountain demon?" He asked him.

“The five magic books were born out of the Celestial Empire’s luck. Those books can't be born abroad. Old Zab, where is the fifth book? Have you figured it out?” “Yes, I did,” Jim answered resolutely, “The fifth book has yet to be born, but it’ll be born soon. It isn’t too late for you two to depart now.” “Where is it?” Tyr asked. Jim decided to keep them guessing. He said, “You’ve definitely heard of that place. It has always been a sore spot in your heart.” Tyr was startled. He suddenly thought of a location “Could it be…?” “Yes.” Jim took a deep breath and said, “It’s the Mount of Terror! The Sky Rift Valley!”

She thought of the morning when she had found Damon cold and pale in their bed, and her mind shifted to the previous night when everything had been so different. Damon sat in his makeshift study, surrounded by stacks of information. He read through the books around him and took up his black ballpoint pen every so often to write. Anne had slipped in to wish him goodnight, initially, but hadn’t said anything in the end. He had paused in his writing to accept the drink from her. They shared their last moment without words. Damon came to bed late. He never woke up again. Now Anne was here, buried almost halfway into the frozen white snow of the mountain. What really brought her here? Was it madn

POV - GIOVANNI CARSON three weeks later I tapped my cigarette on the table as I gazed out the window, Blood dripped down my face with my ribs burning and the lit cigarette in my hand. I was covered in fresh warm blood. It's not mine , it's for that fucking dead bastard who owed me ten fucking grand along with 20-balls of coke. It's warm outside, the sun is bright and there isn't a sight of clouds. Birds chirped, the wind blowing causing the large trees to dance with the wind.