Facing The Mountain Novels & Stories

Malia looked so amazed at the beautiful scenery around her. Malia smiled happily when her throat was made wet by the fresh mountain water. What else could she do besides being grateful? In this precarious situation, God was so kind to her. Serving a little paradise to restore her remaining energy and enthusiasm. Hopefully those evil creatures will stop looking for them and chase them. Hopefully. "Loui. I want to take a shower. The water is so fresh." Malia whines spoiled. Loui chuckled then threw a spontaneous question, "Want to get naked in front of me?"

“Do you hear them?” Aiden nodded grimly. “The mountain remembers. Every challenger who’s come before us… and failed.” Lyra’s gaze grew distant. “Or were consumed.” They pressed on, and the mountain resisted. Lava flows blocked narrow passes. Rockslides forced detours. At one point, a molten fissure cracked open beneath them, and Aiden pulled Iris back just in time. Her breath hitched. “It’s like the mountain is alive. Testing us.” Aiden nodded. “And we haven’t passed yet.”

The rope finally got hooked, biting into her harness. Pain exploded in her left shoulder, a searing fire that stole her breath. Blood blossomed staining the rock red. Panting and swaying in the wind, Riana closed her eyes against a wave of nausea. The mountain proved to be a very hard challenge, she has never experienced anything like it. When one looks at this mountain, it looked like just any ordinary mountain. But it was way different it was smooth on the surface and as you climb the rocks crack and chip. Riana could feel the biting wind blowing at her ponytail drying the sweat from her whole body.

I muttered as I moved a step up the mountain. "You know you could fall and die here?" Arya felt the need to remind me that hiking wasn't the best option at the moment, not like she wasn't the one to recommend it to me earlier. If I could get to the top of this mountain, perhaps I could get a good view of this island and find a way out, and so I continued, slowly steadying my foot on the rock and then stretching my hand to another carved rock and pulling my whole weight up. I balanced my foot again, moving up one inch, my chest rising and falling at the strenuous act and at the fear of rolling down the mountain and breaking my skull.

“But I don’t see anything.” “Just follow me.” Collins smiled and walked forward quickly, Anna hurried after him and soon they stood in front of a mountain with overgrown vines on the wall. Collins moved forward as if he didn’t care for the mountain at all, he pushed away the vines and Anna was surprised to see a path into the mountain in front of them.

And I will keep it that way, for now. I glanced back, and we went ahead. We continued to crawl up like spiders. One final stretch of my hand, and I felt it. We finally reached the top of the bloody mountain. I have put all my weight on my hand that grasped the edge of the top of the mountain and have jumped up in a circular movement. And instead of having that "a-ha" moment of relief when we stood there, we were greeted by the swirl of darkness that fogged into a tornado-like wind. The top of the mountain was an empty, flat surface. There's nothing in there. Well, there was nothing in there until the thunder cracked out of the sky.

With steely determination, they set out to confront the sorcerer, their hearts filled with courage as they braved the dangers of the mountains in search of the source of this new evil. As they journeyed deeper into the heart of the mountains, they encountered all manner of perils, from treacherous terrain to fierce beasts that lurked in the shadows. But with each obstacle they faced, their resolve only grew stronger, their determination unwavering as they pressed onward in their quest. And then, at long last, they reached the sorcerer's lair, a dark and forbidding fortress nestled deep within the mountains. With a sense of trepidation, they approached the imposing structure, their weapons dr

Yet, I drew strength from the unwavering support of my companions. Freda, a seasoned explorer who had joined our quest, shared her insights and knowledge of the treacherous terrain that awaited us. Her weathered face bore the marks of countless adventures, and her voice carried the authority of experience. "The mountains are unforgiving," Freda cautioned, her tone laced with a hint of warning. "Their beauty is undeniable, but they also conceal hidden dangers within their depths. We must be vigilant, for the path ahead may be treacherous. However, together we shall conquer it, step by step."

The ground rose up, a wall of jagged rock erupting in front of the intruders. Arung watched, detached, as the mountain dismantled the strike force with a singular, violent intent. "We need to go, Rangga," Arung said, though he didn't move. "They’re not the ones in danger anymore." "What are you saying?" Arung turned toward the peak, his eyes reflecting the deep, pulsating blue light of the monolith. "The mountain is reclaiming the valley. We’re just the first pieces of the barricade." The gunfire died down, replaced by a silence so profound it felt like the end of the world.

He knows these woods like the back of his hand, and it shows. When we step into a clearing, I'm thankful there are no animals nearby, because I gasp. THe view is beautiful. THe mountains rise up above the tree line topped in snow. It's the most breathtaking sight I've ever seen in person. Axel looks at me first with concern to make sure I'm alright, and then with delight. "I thought views like this only existed on postcards or in magazines," I say in awe, as I look around. If only I had a way to capture this in a photograph or painting, yet , I know I'd never do it justice.