Dead Mountain Book Novels & Stories

He said. Damaro steps forward and pushes Mia behind him, I guess it was Valeno who killed Armando. “Leave my granddaughter alone. She is marked and mated already.” “Damaro…my father used to talk to me about you when I was younger. You know this will happen, right? You know it’s been prophesied. You can’t stop what’s coming. No one can.” He smirked. I stepped forward. “Get the fuck off my pack lands or fucking die.”

As smoke swirled into the freezing sky from Natalia's blazing stronghold, the snow-capped mountains stood like mute spectators. Smelling of ash and finality, the frigid wind howled down the barren valley. Even in the face of devastation, however... The notion that it wasn't really over persisted. My hand stayed firmly in Damien's, stabilizing me against the weight of all we had been through. He studied the horizon with keen, dark eyes that were always alert...always prepared.

Dolly and her best friend Chesa go on a trip to visit the enchanted river, unaware of the strange happenings in the community living close to it. What will happen if their quest for paradise leads to desperate attempts to survive? and will they ever return home from the nightmare? Black River– Apocalypse Uprising will be centered on a new region and new characters. Can you guess where it will be? It will lead to the conclusion of this book. Can you guess how its finale will end and what the second book of the series will look like?

I woke up with it in my fucking lungs. I turned away from the blaze behind me. Dmitri’s empire was burning. Just like he deserved. Moscow stretched out ahead of me. Endless. Cold. Built on lies and bones. Just like me. I adjusted the strap of my bag, took one last look at the carnage, and disappeared into the dark. One night. One kill. One more monster down. And still, the list goes on...

I guess that's their attempt at making sure I don't die of exposure. And why do they want to keep me alive, anyway? Are they hoping to bait Wendy? God, I really hope she doesn't come back here. It's too late for me, but she still has a chance. My head pounds, and I feel nauseous. My side aches terribly, and I'm sure I've broken at least one rib. If I were human, the fall would have no doubt killed me. The fire pops and crackles, and the campsite quiets down. My eyes get heavy, and I fall sideways onto the blanket.

"But..." "Please," Hazel implored, taking a step towards the looming mountain ahead. She advanced, the air around her shifted, heavy with a foreboding sense of danger. She glanced back at the three of them, silently urging them to understand, then continued up the mountain's slope. Strewn across her path were the remains of animals and humans, their bones bleached and lifeless. "Is this why they call it Death Valley?" Hazel asked Aurum,

Present Day I’m in desperate need of a fucking cup of coffee! It's only ten o clock on a Friday morning and I have no clue how I'm gonna make it all the way to three in the afternoon. I watch as student after student approach the front of my classroom. I try my hardest to concentrate on what they are saying as they each give their thoughts on the book we have just finished reading. Many of the students end their presentation with the phrase stay golden pony boy. I am so glad that they enjoyed the book. Of course they did, a story about a gang of poor orphaned misfits fighting with the well-off rich boys from the other side of the tracks, it was a no brainer. I’m so glad that this book is par

The moment the shattered library door swung shut behind us, the world fractured into two distinct, terrifying realities. Outside, the moaning chorus of the drawn horde swelled, a dissonant symphony of hunger echoing off the brick and concrete of the campus. Inside, it was a tomb. The air was cold, stale, and heavy with the scent of decaying paper, old leather, and the pervasive, sweet-rotten undertone that signaled death. Dust motes, disturbed by our violent entry, danced in the few slivers of gray light that cut through the grimy, high-set windows, illuminating a vast, shadowy expanse of towering bookshelves that receded into an abyssal darkness.

“Mirai Nikki?” This means a future diary and the very diary-like book HE’s holding right now, but in truth is just covering it with a simple façade of such from the reality that it is the book of this certain world and entitled as the ‘DEATH REINCARNATE’. HE smiles and at the same time closes the book that HE is holding, as HE simply replies. “Well you see, everything is running up to the highest peak of the mountain, as the typical end of the current loop is almost at its end.

Alive. Terrified. Then the mountain exploded.