Romans & histoires Do You Feel The Mountains Tremble

And before I could answer— The mountain shook again. But this time— The scream didn’t come from below. It came from above. The pack.

They should have been reclaiming the Citadel. ​Instead, the very ground beneath them began to groan. ​It was a sound from the dawn of time. It was the friction of tectonic plates grinding together, a deep, sub-bass vibration that rattled the teeth in Elara's head. The snow on the surrounding slopes began to slough off in massive, white sheets, triggering avalanches that thundered like distant cannons. ​"Kaelen," Elara rasped, her hand clutching his arm. "The mountain. Look at the Great Peak."

“What happens when it fully wakes up?” Another another tremor rolled beneath the mountain and somewhere far below Blackridge, something howled back.

The mountain had stopped feeling like stone hours ago. It felt alive now. Every wall trembled beneath the force slamming against the barriers outside while ancient symbols burned across the ruins like wounded stars. Dust drifted constantly from the ceiling. Cracks spread through pillars that had survived centuries. Somewhere deeper in the mountain people were screaming, and every scream ended too quickly.

YENA An eerie quiet took over the mountainside, as if every creature on the road and in the woods was holding their breath. All eyes were on the tree line. The soldiers were still as statues. And then something very strange happened. The mountain suddenly trembled. It was a short, jarring movement, like the quick reverberation from a big impact. It happened and then was over in an instant. My brain wanted to tell me that it was an earthquake, though I’m quite sure that phenomenon hadn’t ever happened in this part of the world, at least not in my lifetime.

A growing groan, an uneasy sense of atmosphere tingling around us as if I’m suddenly feeling gravity changing direction and it stirs up my instincts to be afraid. A weird noise of shifting earth, the mountain shudders and groans again and then the full side rips out away from us with the release, like a silent blast as though a giant person grabbed a handful of rock and ripped it out. The full front before me crumbles outwards and collapses down the outside with a crescendo of noise that can be heard for miles around and echoes back on us. Birds in the distance from our newly acquired view scatter from trees for miles of endless forest canopy and animals scurry in panic. The rubble bounces d

Shaun coiled his fingers around his blade. We weren't alone ourselves. I spun around, looking at the trees, the cliffs, and the darkness. Nothing. However, I sensed it. Something old. There's something awaiting. And then— The earth shook under our feet. A deep, rumbling rumble. The mountain responded. A loud rumbling rolled through the mountain like a growl from something buried under the stone, making the earth quake beneath my boots. My throat tightened each breath. The air was too thick and too motionless.

Aurelius crossed his arms. Then: "Barely." Then: "You?" Eryx shrugged. Then: "Same." God. No. Fair. That was not reassuring. Reasonable honestly. Then suddenly— the ground shook. Once. Twice. Three times. BOOOOM! BOOOOM! BOOOOM! The mountains trembled. Then Eryx sighed. Immediately. Then: "That's unfortunate." Nobody liked hearing that phrase anymore. Not even slightly. Then Thomas looked toward the mountains. Then:

Jasmine's POV~ The mountain didn’t stop screaming. It was like stone being shattered into voice — long, guttural, primal. Its tremors ran through the stairway. Dust rained from the ceiling. Cracks raced in all directions along the carved ribs of the corridor. But still, the hands came stretching.

The First Turn Saxa “Oh, my children,” he says softly. “You already are.” For half a second the world holds perfectly still. Then the mountain answers. The vibration that had been humming quietly beneath our feet all night suddenly deepens, rolling through the valley like distant thunder. Snow shivers across the clearing as the earth trembles beneath our feet. My wolf freezes. Not from fear. From recognition. The sensation crawls up my spine and explodes behind my ribs like lightning striking bone.