Do You Feel The Mountains Tremble Novels & Stories

"Remind me never to let you do that to me again when this is all over." As the group stood on the mountaintop, the majestic surroundings served as a stark reminder of the daunting challenges that lay ahead. The towering peaks pierced the sky, their jagged edges cutting through the clouds. The gusts of wind carried a chill that permeated their bones, causing a shiver to run down their spines. The vast expanse below seemed to stretch endlessly, a treacherous terrain filled with uncertainty. It was in this moment that a sense of unease washed over them, fueling their apprehension and casting shadows of perturbation upon their hearts.

“That tunnel looks exactly like the kind of place where people die horrible deaths.” “Nobody asked,” Marcus muttered again, though the familiar exchange offered a brief thread of normalcy in the madness. Another violent tremor nearly threw everyone off balance. This one proved stronger than all the others before it. The cliffside cracked loudly beneath their feet while massive sections of the mountain collapsed somewhere far below, sending echoes rumbling through the stone. And then the screaming started again. This time it did not come from the soldiers. The cries rose from inside the mountain itself, a haunting chorus that chilled the blood.

The man let out a guttural sound and stumbled backward, clutching his side. Relief crashed into me. My knees nearly buckled. But then the earth began to tremble. The trembling started subtly, like a whisper beneath my feet, but it grew. The trees groaned. Birds screamed and scattered from the branches above. A loud cracking sound echoed across the forest floor. The ground shook so violently I nearly lost my footing, though my legs still refused to move. Dust swirled around me in spirals. Leaves were torn from branches like they were nothing.

Ahead of us lay the origin door. And the girl I loved, waiting to be saved—or sacrificed. --- The trembling started when we reached the edge of the territory. At first, I thought it was my imagination. Then the ground shuddered beneath my feet. Trees swayed. Rocks tumbled from the cliffs above. "What is that?" Rylan gasped. I didn't answer. I just ran faster. The trembling grew stronger with every step. It wasn't just the ground now—it was in my chest. A pull. A rhythm. Like something calling.

Everyone saw with their own eyes as numerous breathing fires were blasted at the peak of the mountain. Rumble, rumble, rumble! The earth trembled and the mountain shook. The entire mountain peak appeared to have been overturned. It was destroyed after a carpet bombing of more than a dozen missiles. Members of the Shindo Order were blown to bits by the missile before they could even scream. Tyr also noticed the missiles heading straight for him. Due to his serious injuries, he felt completely powerless. The entire mountain peak was blown up over and over again. The mountain trembled as a result of the thunderous explosion and tremor. It took a while for the tremor to subside. All living thing

​The response from the planet was not a mechanical activation; it was a slow, tectonic waking. As Leo and Liam pressed their glowing, golden palms into the frozen, jagged granite of the cliffside, the mountain didn’t just shake—it exhaled. A low, subterranean groan vibrated through the soles of my boots, a sound that felt like the planet’s very ribcage settling into place. The "Living Fortress" we had spent months painstakingly carving with fire and sweat was no longer just a collection of cold tunnels and silent stone; it had become a nervous system. We were no longer living in the mountain; we were living on a god that was finally opening its eyes.

I asked him, once again stopping him from leaving. Jacob looked back at me, and I could see hesitation with him wanting to answer my question once again, but I pleaded with him by giving him my puppy dog eyes that Tyler always told me not to give him when I tried to get what I wanted. Finally, Jacob opens his mouth and says to me, “The mountain the castle is built into sometimes gives off what I would call tremors. They don’t last very long, and I assure you that you will get used to them.” “Get used to them?” I asked but he didn’t wait to answer me, as he shut the door to my room, leaving me alone and confused about what the hell was going on here.

Her words, steeped in the wisdom of generations, painted a picture of looming catastrophe. The tremors intensified, growing more frequent and more violent. The ground beneath their feet shook, sending shivers through the tunnels. The glowing flora and fauna reacted to the disturbance, their luminescence flickering erratically, a chaotic display of light and shadow. The air itself seemed to crackle with a strange energy, a palpable sense of unease hanging heavy in the atmosphere.

“I’m not going to be the one to attack you. I made a promise to Dun. I won’t physically get involved or he’ll have a heart attack.” She went to sit on a large rock, legs crossed as if excited to watch a show. “I'll let the other part of me handle you guys.” Before Damaris could process her words properly, the earth shook beneath them. Trees weaved at the brutal wind, some crushed. Then came a sound, a guttural rumble that vibrated the core of the earth. The air shifted. Heads turned. Hearts dropped. Eyes widened. At each approaching thud, the earth trembled. The rogues shifted without knowing, sweat soaking their skins. All trembling as their hands tightened on their weapons.

“It won’t hurt him, not physically. You’re just cutting the line that joins you.” The mountain trembled. Only this time, it did not merely shudder. It convulsed. The impact rolled through the stone with a violence that did not feel like a distant collision but an intrusion, as though something immense had struck the Dominion, forcing its way inward. The floor jolted beneath her, staggering her balance. A low, shuddering roar travelled through the walls, not sound alone but force, a distortion that seemed to bend the air. The seam beside them groaned. Dust spilled in a pale veil. Somewhere far deeper, something ancient answered with a grinding protest.