Dyatlov Pass Book Novels & Stories

“Stop pulling at it. You’re going to tear your skin. Go sit in the living room for a minute. I’ll clean up here.” I separated the page with the worst tear, then layered it carefully between sheets of absorbent paper. I did not explain to him that once sauce had soaked through my mother’s handwriting, it could never truly be restored. My eyes fell on Dylan’s phone on the dining table. The screen had not gone dark yet. It was still open to the memo page. It was the page he had instinctively opened while comforting Bianca. I only glanced at it once. The line at the top had already been changed.

Viktor’s eyes go to my hands and widen when I hold up the books. “Someone had hidden these in the wall next to the bookshelf with the pack’s histories. I tried to translate it with an app, but I know that it cannot be 100%. Read them and let me know, especially the entries dated from 1890.” I say and hand them over to him. He pages through them with eyes full of wonder but frowns when he gets to the entries that I mentioned. As he reaches the end of Dmitry’s writing, he looks up at me with horror.

Daniel muttered, “You really don’t hold grudges in a normal way.” Victor suddenly stood and walked toward the cockpit window. Outside, the sky had changed. Snow-covered mountains stretched across the horizon. Dark. Silent. Massive. Victor spoke quietly. “We’re close.” Elizabeth walked over beside him. “That’s Norway?” Victor nodded. “Yes.” Emma whispered, “It’s beautiful.” Daniel looked out the window. “And also extremely isolated.” Lewis joined them. Below the aircraft, endless mountains and frozen valleys spread in every direction. Perfect terrain for a hidden facility.

It was a wave of charcoal-grey sweaters, laughter, and the awkward, heavy silence of men trying very hard not to break anything. Dmitri entered last, his hand firmly interlaced with Jess’s. Jess looked different—the dark circles under her eyes had vanished, replaced by a radiant, steady light that seemed to mirror the happiness in Dmitri’s eyes. "We brought the supplies!" Knox shouted, holding up a box labeled *THE GUIDE TO SURVIVING A MINI-GLACIER*. "It’s a list of every emergency contact in Boston and three different types of pacifiers, because apparently, babies are picky."

Martha bellowed. "Yeah?" He sniffled and felt his teeth with his tongue. "Fuck, she broke my tooth," he grimaced. David appeared with the book Josh had talked about earlier. "We got it," he said, with a smug smile on his face, holding the book up as he gasped for breath after sprinting to them. "It's all.in there. Names, connections, locations, partners, every juicy detail of it," he handed the book to John, "it a freaking diary of all his crimes against humanity. He is a really bad man."

I have to ask them like a little kid if I can have this nice juicy cheeseburger. But on to other things I’m still having nightmares. Dr. Drevits thinks I should see a psychiatrist. He believes that will help me with the nightmares. Detective Lancaster thinks that they are getting closer to finding out where Noah is hiding. Which is a big relief. Unfortunately, they haven’t found Lacy yet they do believe she is dead. They checked the court records and there was no divorce on file for Caleb and Lacy. Caleb isn’t being any help, in any case, meaning he is keeping tight-lipped, he knows what’s

Inside the car, Susan looked at the road that gradually left the city behind, giving way to increasingly wild and untouched landscapes. Dmitry kept one hand over hers, as if, even while driving, he didn’t want to let her go. “Where exactly is this place?” she asked, her voice curious mixed with the cold that was beginning to invade the car. Dmitry exchanged a look with Alexei, sitting in the back seat. “The Valley of Zimorodok,” Dmitry replied, with that discreet reverence he reserved only for important things. “It’s hidden in the depths of Eastern Siberia, surrounded by mountains that no longer even appear on maps. Only the Alphas and the Elders know the exact path.”