Dyatlov Pass Book Novels & Stories

"He's coming, but, when I can't tell you." Dreading the next few days couldn't happen. I had to be calm. Getting the packs together was going to be hard. We were the biggest pack in America. We stayed in the HOH Rainforest of Washington State. Seattle was a little over four hours away. There was also Port Angeles and Oylimpia. Near us stood Mt. Olympus. Not the one in Greece, but the same name. Suddenly I froze. "There's no way. Is there?" Hercules said startled. "It has to be a coincidence. They were named many years apart "

Chapter 13: White Silence, Black Truths The summits jagged like shattered blades into the atmosphere. NOVA-7 was not just hidden in secrets—it was hidden in a region where nature itself resisted penetration. Snow pounded sideways in thick white sheets, and the path to the plant was little more than rumor etched into ice. Damien, Asher, and Bishop trudged through snow that reached their knees, their breathing foggy clouds in the chill air. Every step grated with the urgency of the moment.

The gales were constantly howling fiercely. A thirty-meter-high fortress stood on top of this snowfield. There was a cramped meeting room on the top floor of the fortress. There was a fire burning in the conference room, which warmed the room up nicely. A tall man in a green fur coat stood in front of this room’s window. He was taking huge puffs from his cigar. His name was Dima Vasiliev, and he was the Klock’s leader in Russia. Dima’s face was filled with sorrow as he looked out the window at the bad weather and the towering, snow-capped mountain in the distance.

someone asked. I was in so much pain that I couldn't stand. I remained sprawled on the floor as I forced out, "I'm Noelle Grant. Your company's name is a combination of my and Lysander's names. You can check my passport and identification if you don't believe me. I have proof!" The men exchanged looks. The leader, Ray, glared at me as he clutched his injured head. "Your passport and identification have already been destroyed. I'll get your phone now—you'd better not be lying, or I'll feed you to the sharks!"

The mountain pass was a narrow, zigzag of black rock and white ice. It was the only way into the valley if you wanted to avoid the main roads. High above, hidden among the frozen pines, Killian and Leo watched through thermal goggles. “They’re late,” Killian whispered. His breath came out in a thick white cloud. He was holding a remote detonator in his gloved hand.

“We got out alive. I can’t fucking believe it.” Dimitri grinned down at me, finally looking like himself as he did. He’d put on such a good show. Un-fucking-believably good. He’d slicked his hair back and worn one of the suits I’d picked out for him, a dark blue that brought out the little flecks of green in his gray eyes. Jerry, unbeknownst to me, had studied Russian literature as an undergrad, something he mentioned after I’d introduced my mate. Dimitri had pulled some weird details about the town Dostoevsky had used for the setting of The Brothers Karamazov out of his ass, going on for a couple of minutes about the history of Russian river barges, to Jerry’s obvious and enthusiastic delig

“What was it like? Out there, all alone?” Richard’s lips pressed into a thin line, his fingers stilling in her hair. “It was February, the heart of winter. I landed in a tiny airstrip outside Yakutsk, the kind of place where the cold cracks your skin. I had a jeep for the first leg, but the snow got too deep, so I went on foot—me, a backpack, a rifle, and a map that was half guesswork. The locals said Dmitri was hiding in a trapper’s cabin, three days into the taiga. The cold was relentless, Pamela. It clawed at you, sank into your bones. The first night, a blizzard hit. I dug a snow cave to survive, curled up with a thermal blanket, listening to the wind scream like it wanted me dead.”

They were original and unique in their presentations. On the eve of our departure from the camp, we left as early as 6 oclock in the morning for what was known as the Endurance trek. It was a five-hour trek to and fro under the hot sun. We were to carry our water bottles and knacksacks in case a need to refill arose.

Then, she scurried away like a startled rabbit. The entire process happened so quickly that Andrius could not react. When he snapped back to his senses, Anna was already far away. He smiled wryly and instructed the guide and the soldiers, “Let’s go!” ... Mount Valdez was often referred to as the ‘number one divine mountain’ in the world. It was vast and grand. Its peak rose high above, shrouded in boundless clouds and mist all year, making it difficult to discern its true appearance and explore it.

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.