Dead Mountain Book Novels & Stories

Something Maya has no useful word for. The word would have to describe a man aiming twelve bodies the way she would aim one rifle, and English, having spent centuries finding twelve ways to describe uncomfortable chairs, apparently never prepared for this. Marcus turns the pack. Points it. The dead come over the west fence and meet a thing already there to meet them. One animal with thirty heads.

I stayed up in my room reading the black book don gave to me some time last week but i realized it was the translated version of what Claudia told me about. For the hundredth time that day I glanced through the list of allies whose names were inscribed in the book and i was totally lost cause no name seemed familiar and i was frustrated cause I didn't know who I could trust. Fuck everything felt like a dead end. I cursed and raked my hands in my hair. I shut the book and groaned in frustration. I was disrupted by the soft knock of someone. Immediately I figured out it was Esmeralda I hurriedly cleared my bed from the files and other stuff that didn't need to be seen by her.

So anytime we took pictures together, it was with our backs turned or have some or all of my face hidden. While we are sitting and talking about the movie the bartender hands us our drinks when Allie notices a tattoo on the wrist of the bartender. “Hey guys she whispers, did you see his tattoo on his wrist,” I look over at Melanie she shakes her head “No,” I look back at Allie “No, we didn't know what did it look like,” She gets her phone out and looks it up. “Yeah, here it is the skull with a dagger through the head with wings,” She says as she shows us the picture. “Omg I’m going to be sick,” I try to say as I start dry heaving. “We gotta go,” I hurriedly typed a message to the police deta

I took a moment to rest my forehead against the cool glass and collect myself before I forced my trembling legs to take me back to the main part of the house to find Godwin. I jumped with each thunderous boom that rattled its path through the trees from the far side of the mountain as memories of Michael stepping over the head of a decapitated vampire, him kicking Godwin’s lifeless body before biting a chunk of meat from his leg, and the horrific scene of Cindy being brutally raped took turns playing in my head. I had myself so worked up with worry over what might happen if Michael returned and managed to get into the house that I was a paranoid basket case by the time Godwin and I reunited

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Date = 18 December Seconds, minutes, hours, days are all blurred into a motionless standstill of life. I’m not dead, neither am I alive. Place = Montana (Big Sky) As far away from everyone as possible. POV - Damion I sit slouched, off-center, at the top of the ski slope, my snowboard haphazardly stuck into the snow, helmet abandoned next to it. I stare contemplatively out at the mountains, the snow-cloaked peaks coiled around me in a dizzying, impossible circle — sharp, majestic, merciless.

Malakai The drive back from the abandoned Cathedral was dead silent. I sat in the rear of the armored SUV, my obsidian mask resting on the leather seat beside me, staring out at the blurred neon lights of the city bleeding through the downpour. My hands were steady, but my mind was an absolute battlefield. Vesper. I pulled a silver lighter from my pocket, automatically rolling a cigarette between my fingers before bringing the flame to the tip. The acrid, burning smoke hit my lungs, harsh and heavy.

Perhaps because he was already a Lieutenant Colonel at such a young age. Thus, every time Jonah appeared by the village entrance, he would be stopped and beaten up. After a few times, Jonah gave up and no longer dared to show himself. Even when he headed to the construction site, he would take a longer route, not passing through our village. The last time I heard of the Lloyd family was at the wedding of my marriage to Andy. They died in a blizzard without any money or food. They starved to death in the middle of the cold, harsh night. Just like what happened to me in my previous life.

Chapter Twenty Two: Aftermath and Reckoning The mountain lay shattered beneath a sky heavy with smoke and ash, a jagged wound where the Caldera complex once stood. The air hung thick and choking, bitter with the scent of burning metal and earth torn open. Eden’s lungs burned as she sucked in every ragged breath, her body trembling—not just from exhaustion, but from the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. Beside her, Roman crouched on the rocky ground, brushing soot from his hair, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon as if expecting an enemy to rise from the ruins at any moment. The quiet between them was heavy, charged with the unspoken weight of survival and loss.

Knight had a split second to frantically wonder if the other man was hit before he, too, fell, the ground disappearing beneath his feet. The wrenching sensation of a teleport was as terrible as the last time he’d gone through one. It was as if his entire body was turned inside out for an impossible moment before the world settled itself again, even if his stomach didn’t immediately follow suit. Knight suddenly found himself, along with his team, in the midst of a compound that looked to be embedded in a mountain, far from the flatlands of Kansas. Fuck! Where the hell are they? ................