Do You Feel The Mountains Tremble Novels & Stories

A look of grim, adult determination settled on his young face. "I can't reach him," Colin said, his voice steady. "But I can pull the mountain down." Colin knelt, slamming his palms onto the glass floor. My ears felt like they were going to burst. The sound of the mountain moving wasn't a normal sound. It was a deep, low thrum that I felt in my teeth and my toes. It felt like the earth was waking up from a long, angry sleep, and we were just bugs crawling on its skin.

“That’s not weather.” The ground beneath their feet trembled, not violently, but steadily, like a giant drawing a slow breath. Far away, beyond the farthest ice ridges, stone shifted. Lyra felt it deep in her bones. A presence rose, not hostile, not kind but absolute. A mountain opening its eyes. Everyone froze. Then, without sound, a single fissure split the horizon, rock tearing through ice where no rock should be, ancient and dark and impossibly vast. A voice m, not spoken, but impressed directly into their minds, rolled outward.

she was starting to worry. He pulled back to look at her, he shook his head. "Tell me what you're feeling," she was concerned. He drew a long breath, his jaw clenched, he shook his head. He was vulnerable, she was seeing a different side of him, he loosened his grip, he didn't realize he was holding her too tightly.

“Let it be known, to the soil that bore us and the stars that watched us break, that I return what was taken. Let the names come back, and let the Cycle face the weight of what it erased.” The mountain pulsed beneath them. The fissures of the rock are not fissures; they come, not under pressure, but by disengaging. The earth itself had grown restless, it trembled like air under their feet, ceased to be anything solid at all. Kaela forced herself up and she could feel her skin coating with sweat, her teeth clenched through the roar in her ears. “She’s tearing the threads,” she gasped. “Not one. All of them.”

The mountain exhaled. It was the only way Amara could describe it. The ground beneath her feet trembled, not with the violent fury of an earthquake, but with the slow, deliberate rhythm of something awakening after an impossibly long sleep. Tiny cracks spread across the ancient stone, glowing with threads of silver light that pulsed like veins beneath the earth. No one dared to speak. The laughter that had briefly lifted the heaviness of the battlefield vanished as every eye turned toward the opening staircase carved into the heart of the mountain.

A sudden violent tremor shook the keep. From the high narrow windows, the sound reached her: a deafening, primordial roar that echoed down from the crags of the Iron Pass. It wasn't the sound of an animal nor was it the sound of the wind. It resembled the agonizing screech of grinding tectonic plates mixed with the hollow empty echo of dead stars.

The gorge was a wound cut into the mountain, its sides veined with veins of faintly glowing quartz. Silas stood on the edge, staring down at the black water far below. The light from the quartz trembled with each distant tremor, as though the earth itself were flinching. Mara was kneeling a few steps back, hands pressed to the cracked earth, eyes shut. “Feel that?” she whispered. Silas did. It wasn’t just a tremor; it was a pulse — steady, growing stronger, echoing up through the soles of his boots into his bones. He closed his eyes and listened. The spire. It was calling them back.

It tugged their clothes and caressed their skin. Serakha’s let out shallow yet shaky breath as they got close to the top of the pass. The earth under her feet was covered with raindrops, and the air was filled with the smell of earth. The mountain pulsed with energy showing signs of life. The deeper they climbed, the more the earth vibrated beneath thier feet. Suddenly, they heard a deep rumble, like thunder but it was not from the sky. It came from the earth, and the ground trembled in response.

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.

The celebration did not last long. Only moments after the strange conversation with the End, a deep rumble rolled across the heavens. It began as a faint vibration beneath their feet. Then the mountains answered. Ancient cliffs trembled, sending loose stones crashing into the valley below. Birds burst from the forest in frightened flocks, while the dragons lifted their heads toward the sky, sensing a disturbance far older than any storm. Aurelion’s golden eyes narrowed. “Something is wrong.” Another tremor followed.