Dragon Mountain Novels & Stories

It was a moment of serenity, a reminder that beauty still existed in the world. In Interlaken, D'Andre found himself standing at the foot of the Jungfrau, one of the most iconic peaks in the Swiss Alps. The majestic mountains rose before him, their snow-capped peaks glistening in the sunlight. He couldn't help but feel small in the presence of such natural grandeur.

But until then she knew they were on their own. She had waited until the sick excuse of patrol warriors were on a different path. Since she wasn't a great fighter she knew to stay in the shadows. It was almost an hour out until she found the rocky terrain. That's when she got to work. Before long she had dug a huge hole of the rock that lead deep into the mountain. She had made sure there was another way out.

“You can just barely make out the werewolf continent!” Chris chuckled as he followed my finger. There, off in the distance, was the peak of a mountain poking out through the haze of fog. Moonpeak Mountain—the tallest mountain in the entire werewolf continent, and also the location of Moonshine pack. “Have you visited there before?” Chris asked as we settled into our seats. “Moonshine pack, I mean?” I shook my head. “Never. It’s too far, and the mountain road to get there is treacherous.”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

After sighing inwardly, Severin released his divine senses and flew directly towards the direction of the Second Mountain. The Second Mountain, also known as Sword Mountain, resembled a sharp sword thrust into the earth, with clouds billowing and rosy light enveloping the summit. The sword edge wasn't wide, it was only a few miles but extremely steep. It also has rugged and towering cliffs, as well as slippery precipices. Lush bushes grew between the cliffs, with white cranes circling and spiritual apes frolicking, their crow incessant. The white sea of clouds rolled in the middle of the sky, making the sword edge appear as if it stood between heaven and earth.

“It’s not as active as you think, thankfully, but yes. All dragons of my kind made their homes atop volcanos such as this one, with their palaces and villages built atop the craters. It’s part of our magic, you could say.” She narrows her eyes. “You can control the mountain? Is that what you’re saying?” I shrug, which doesn’t feel like enough. “In a way. It’s a symbiotic relationship, similar to you and any flame you come across.” She looks out at the horizon. It’s already a clear, blue, absolutely frigid day, but for the first time in a very long while, every single distant peak is on full display, a wash of pure white against never-ending bright blue.

I'm in a tower and the damn dragon kidnapped me. I leap from the bed and rush to the door. It's locked. I head out the door aka window and stop on the balcony, which appears to be a landing perch for a very large dragon. Rolling mountains eat up the landscape for as far as I can see. I remove my glasses, which thankfully made it through the kidnapping. There's a touch of blue to the east, or at least I think it's east, and I see what must be a large pool of water about a mile away. Nothing in the distance looks like home.

I don't like the silence that I used to love, not when it means she isn't talking. I watch her, as she takes in the landscape of the mountains I love. This time of the year, the mountain tops are still covered in snow from the winter, making them look like they glitter in the sun. Flowers are starting to bloom, and ssoon, there will be spring berries all over.

It was an exhilarating experience that allowed Luna to truly appreciate the awe-inspiring beauty of Zhangjiajie from a unique perspective. Eager to explore further, Luna took a cable car to Tianmen Mountain, known as the "Heaven's Gate." As she ascended, the landscape unfolded before her, revealing steep cliffs, dense forests, and dramatic vistas. Luna couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder as she walked along the mountain's pathways, marveling at the natural rock arch known as Heaven's Gate, which seemed to connect the heavens and the earth. The panoramic views from the mountain's summit were simply breathtaking, and Luna took a moment to soak in the tranquility and majesty of the surroun

It was no longer a sharp scream, but a quiet, dull ache deep in his chest, a failing pulse that drove his shadow-tainted wolf past the point of sanity. Julian tore up the vertical mountain trail, his claws extending to grip the slick ice. He reached the high mountain caldera in less than an hour. The caldera was a vast, desolate bowl of white, ringed by sharp basalt peaks that looked like the yellowed fangs of a dead beast. At the absolute center of the snowy crater sat the Moon-Dragon.