Dead Mountain Book Novels & Stories

When Kiran returned to the room, he saw newly bought pajamas on the bed, and his heart warmed up. Although Snow was ignoring him, she still prepared his clothes, which showed that she cared about him. Kiran changed into his pajamas and frustratedly picked up ‘The Secret Records of Dragonsmount’ to read it. The book told the story of Dragonsmount’s past. It began with an interesting verse. ‘The mountain is not a mountain, and the dragon is not a dragon. There are no dragons in the mountains, yet there are dragons in the mountains.’ These words have been on his mind for a long time. According to his memory, Dragonsmount really did have the energy of a dragon, but it was not anything impressive

I feel so tired. I watch the ice crawl slowly towards my leg like delicate spider webs but I don’t have the energy to move a muscle, not even when the ice starts working its way over me. I know it’s gotten bad when I start to feel warm. I read a book once titled ‘The Cold Death’ and it was about people that were condemned to die in ice. They always felt warm right before they died and I wonder if that’s what’s happening to me now, my body offering me one last comfort before it gives up on me completely. My lashes flutter closed and as ice flakes appear on them, my last thought is that Alpha Kael was wrong. My wolf is either very broken or she doesn’t give a damn about my death.

It was almost seven am before we had finally got everything completed. I let out a sigh of relief and felt so pleased with my effort. At least I would be out of trouble for now. I made my way back to the kitchen when I felt someone's presence. Looking up at the door I froze. Then came the smack. Falling to the ground, I shielded myself from his blows. It was pointless to plead and beg for him to stop as that would make him angrier and I would be even more punished. He hated me and wanted me dead. I knew it. Death was very much welcome right now. I blacked out at some point through the pain. My wolf was nowhere. I was alone in this world.

There was also a book about monsters in the Valeria forest and Eleftheria caught my eye. I immediately took that as well as the book of monsters. Both books are made of leather and they are heavy. I carried the two books to a long table that I often use whenever I study. The surroundings were quiet and I made myself comfortable before opening Eleftheria's book. I read the first page right away. Mount Eleftheria is the highest mountain in the world. At a scale of ten thousand feet, it is beyond the clouds. Eleftheria has a cool climate. Lots of trees and wild grasses. Above all, it is infested with animals that are not seen in ordinary times.

"Maybe it'll keep you awake. Or scare you more so that sleep eludes better." His hand hovered over the bronze clasp of the drawer as he pulled the book to him. He knew Nathaniel would be livid if he pried into his papers...but that was a small risk if these pages yielded nothing. Still. This time, new information danced before him. Rather like a good novel, he saw different things. The words were blurred as if water had made the ink run. A high possibility when all was considered. '...a mighty Great President of Hell, having thirty legions of demons under his command...he giveth true answers about hidden treasures; he reveals where serpents can be seen and delivers them harmless...'

com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad Book 3: Welcome to Dargot Book 4: Welcome to Monsterland Book 5: Welcome to Nekromel Book 6: Welcome to Requbar Coming soon: Book 7: Welcome to Gorgoth From the same author: Entertaining Tales of Grin the Cheat

Stars blazed overhead. Behind us, Sanctum erupted. A wave of light shot up into the sky. The explosion didn't scream. It sighed. Like something ancient finally exhaling. Like an old god giving up its throne. We fell into the snow, panting, as the ridge cracked and part of the mountain collapsed behind us. Subject 13 coughed blood. Null flickered dimly. Kieran rolled onto his back, arm shielding his eyes. I lay still. Watching the Heart die. Watching the last place that tried to rewrite me burn to ash.

Delmont sighed, “Lives are indeed more important than swordsmanship. However, people wouldn’t believe I had done so even if I did pass down the swordsmanship.” Kayson was surprised. “Why do you say so?” Delmont keenly explained the whole problem. He had obtained the swordsmanship manual from a cave he had passed by. After fully absorbing the information from the manual, the words in the manual disappeared, and he was just left with a book filled with empty pages. It was like the words had never existed! However, he did not dare to throw the book away but kept it safely tucked somewhere safe.

EPISODE 1: FIRST SIGHT The breakfast chamber holds its breath, as if even wood and stone know to be still when power moves through a space it has claimed. Snow clings to the leaded windowpanes in thick white ridges that look like scars pulled tight across glass, and beyond them the mountain drops away so sharply that anyone who looks too long feels their stomach lift from their body—a sensation Isadora knows well, having written the vertigo into every line describing this place, though she did not know then how it would feel to live inside her own words. Below, the valley lies buried under drifts that have been falling for days, covering the ash of cities she burned in prose, hiding the bone

Marcus added. “You can have anything you desire!” Elder Amelia promised. Listening to their promises, I was reminded of an old fable. A traveler saves a frozen snake, and when the snake revives, it bites and kills the traveler. A snake’s nature doesn’t change. Neither does a vampire’s. “There’s no need,” I said calmly. “What?” Milton couldn’t believe it. “I said, there’s no need,” I repeated. “You and Josie can live your lives together.” “But Josie has ruined everything…” Marcus said.