Dead Mountain Book Novels & Stories

If we die here, I thought, pressing my face into the crook of his neck, at least the flame dies with us. But as the wind roared in my ears, I felt a strange shift in the air pressure. The suffocating darkness began to thin, replaced by a soft, bioluminescent glow reflecting off underground water. We weren't falling to our deaths; we were being pulled into the heart of the Highland’s true sanctuary. ---------- Pamelas POV----------------------- The roar of the collapsing Altar was a sound I’ll never forget—like the sky itself was being torn in two.

REMY POV The transition from the Deadlands to the mortal world wasn't a sudden burst of color or a triumphant fanfare; it was a slow, suffocating bleed of atmosphere. The heavy, purple pressure that had crushed our lungs for days simply evaporated, replaced by a damp, biting cold that smelled of pine needles, wet earth, and the metallic tang of ozone. My lungs seized, eager for the moisture, greedy for the oxygen that the void had starved them of.

And she's surprised when the lock suddenly opens in front of her. She saw an old book inside the vault. A dusty and black old book. Her curiosity becomes even stronger. She took the book and sit on the dusty chair. She opens the pages of the book and started to read its content. "Damien died because of her beloved woman who cheated him on their wedding day. Everyone thought that he really died but actually, he didn't die. He only falls into a deep sleep. And he will rise again once he can drink the blood of a young woman. A special person that has three different kinds of blood inside her body," she stops to read for a moment to catch her breath and then continue.

"The landscape is collapsing behind us. We have to take the leap. If we've learned anything here, it's that there's always a path. Even if you can't see it." I feel a knot form in my stomach as I look down at the endless abyss below us. I'm not afraid of heights, but this is different. This is certain death if we jump. Unless Elena is right, and there's a path, but we just can't see it. "I'll go first," Damon says, stepping forward. "Follow my lead." He takes a deep breath and then jumps off the edge of the cliff. I watch as he falls, his body tumbling through the air. And then, miraculously, he disappears into thin air.

She is truly alone in the world. … Dmitri is staring at the sight of the snow capped mountains. In front of him is an endless ditch which is known as the Valley of the Dead. One slight slip from the edge of the mountain and the person’s body will never be found again. The dark ditch is gleaming under the bright sun, looking very inviting. He steps forward and stands on the very edge of the mountain. There is no fear of death in his heart because he has defeated such frivolous feelings a long time ago. Instead, there is a look of arrogance on his face as if he is taunting death to try and kill him.

Her eyes fell on another category, humans? I circulated papers feeling suspicious, they are all empty! I continued until I reached the last page and found some small writing in blood "You will be killed as soon as you meet your girlfriend" What? You didn't understand anything why werewolves would be killed once he met his mate?? “Nonsense,” she muttered, carelessly throwing the book to cover herself and falling asleep, tired from traveling and from what she had recently been through ... She walked slowly in the dark and was never afraid. She stopped her movement when she saw him in front of her, in his uniform and cold features.

“You’ve God's blood in your veins.” The quick pound of his heart against my back belied his words, but instead of my panic increasing, I dozed, sound and feeling sliding in and out of focus. Is this the end? I pondered. Not dying in war but freezing to death on the side of a mountain? “It’s not a fucking mountain, Born-in-Fire.” I grinned, not knowing whether Tristan had truly spoken or if it was my illusion. “Is this the hill you wish to die upon?”

I could hear my heart racing after saying the words I'd kept to myself since learning that I was about to die. I thought I could be unaffected by my imminent death, yet I suddenly wanted to see more of the world. Gary didn't say anything. It was so quiet that I could hear my own breathing. Just as I thought he wasn't going to say anything, he finally spoke. His words made my heart descend into an abyss, though.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

Facing Chad's inquiry, Doug smiled disdainfully and replied, "That's 7,000 dollars. Pay up, and I'll talk. Cash or transfer is fine!" Yet, without a second thought, Chad transferred the money. "Well, 7,000 received!" Doug was dumbfounded. "Damn, I miscalculated. I forgot you're made of money." Chad smirked and said, "Speak!" "Dead Man's Gully on Mount White. It's full of Corpse Herbs, but people can't get in!" Hearing Doug's reluctant words, Chad finally understood. There were many places in the northeast called Dead Man's Gullys, and they were mostly eerie places that one could not leave once one entered.