Dead Mountain Book Novels & Stories

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

I tried to dodge the attack, but I slipped on a rock underfoot and crashed into the wall. Pain shot through my still-healing wound, and a cold sweat broke out as I froze in place. Seeing this, Gerald sneered and advanced slowly with the knife in hand. "If it weren't for you, Meghan and I would've been married by now! Now, I'm going to send you to where you belong." As the knife was raised, I closed my eyes tightly, full of bitter resentment. The sound of the blade tearing through flesh pierced the air. My heart skipped a beat. I thought I'd die with regret, but the pain never came.

The boom shakes my bones. A wind hits our backs, carrying the chill from the water, and I wrap my arms around myself. Autumn in Maine isn’t any colder than Wisconsin but there’s something about being right next to the water that ices me to the core. Brynn gasps. “I hear footsteps.” One of the heavy wooden doors yawns open, and a tall, thin woman appears. With her gray hair pulled into a tight bun and her black sweater, she looks like a librarian. She’s even frowning at us like a librarian who just caught someone eating in the periodicals section.

- she added, and sobbing intensified. - "I would love to come back to you, mom, if you only let me.”- then Margareth joined our telepathic conversation. - "Margareth? Maggie? Is that really you?"- we both heard our mother's incredulous voice. - "Yes mum. Christopther was killed by the mages from Siberia, so I found Christina and told her that we should talk to you."- Margareth explained.

However, as bizarre as that sight was, it was nothing compared to what lay in the snow next to them. At first Emily thought it was her husband, his skull cracked open in twilight once more. Only no. It couldn’t be. The Ministry no longer exterminated the infected in their homes, dragging them out into the streets and slaughtering them like dogs as they had her husband. In fact, Jordan was the last person to have his life prematurely ended that way in all fifty states. It was his death that led to the revolt, catching the entire country off guard. Emily had been proud of South Carolina then, despite their betrayal coming from those very streets—from people she had trusted no less. The zombie

>>** Harlan barked. Winters slammed the van into gear. They roared towards the upward ramp, tires squealing on the concrete. Daylight flooded in as they hit the incline, blinding after the subterranean gloom. They burst out of the mountainside onto a narrow access road, high on the peak. Behind them, The Aerie was a scene of apocalyptic fury. Thick black smoke poured from multiple levels. Flames licked broken windows. Secondary explosions rumbled deep within the mountain like the growl of a dying beast. Winters didn’t slow. He gunned the engine, sending the van careening down the winding mountain road. Leo held Silas tight, watching the fortress that had been Silas’s gilded cage and Dominic’

The so-called end of hell was a mountain piled up by countless rotten corpses. This mountain was like a volcano, constantly spewing out white bones and pieces of corpses. Moreover, the decayed corpses on the mountain were still flowing. The scene was quite horrible. The arrival of Caspian caused the decayed corpse mountain to sense something. Countless corpses rolled about, as if they were about to swallow Caspian. Seeing this, Caspian did not change his expression. He clenched his fist and punched out without hesitation! Boom! The seemingly endless mountain crumbled under the punch of Caspian!

POV DARLENE The bone-white mountain was not made of stone, but of the fossilized remains of the First Howl—a calcified graveyard of primordial energy that felt cold enough to brittle the very marrow of my bones. As I climbed the jagged ridge, the air grew thick with the smell of ozone and the sterile, metallic scent of the Platinum Sentinels.

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

After exiting the living room where his siblings were, Brian Matthews stormed out of the mansion. He heard a familiar voice call his name but he didn't bother to look back. Brian got into his car, then drove out of the mansion. As he drove towards his Cabin house for some alone time, he couldn't stop thinking about his earlier conversation with Vanessa and also the conversations with his siblings. The more he remembered every detail of what they talked about, the more his head began to ache.