Fingers Of The Mountain Oblivion 소설 & 이야기

Sitting there like it hadn’t betrayed me, like it hadn’t been the catalyst of this entire volcanic encounter. I took one hesitant step forward. But he was faster. He turned, slow and deliberate, the shift of his body like watching an avalanche decide who it wants to bury. His hand reached out—elegant, commanding—and I moved without thinking, fingers outstretched to intercept it. And then it happened. We touched. Not fully. Not entirely. Just— Fingertips. Against fingertips. But it was enough. The moment sizzled. No, snapped. Like static between skin, like live wire under flesh. My breath caught violently in my throat. Something in my spine straightened. His hand stilled against mine, not pul

It's like my tears are flooding my lungs. Memories suddenly come flooding back like a stream of images, sounds, and smells. Sunshine, soft breezes, flowers, chocolate scent, and children's laughter mixed with mine and Elio's. Then, tires screeching, screams and gunshots. Finally, silence. I collapse on the ground.

With a deep breath, Jo began to climb, reminding herself the trip down would be much faster. It didn’t take long to reach the top of the mountain, despite the snow that greeted them about halfway up, swirling down from the night sky and hitting them right in their faces as they grappled for hand grips on the nearly sheer surface. The rocks that were there bit into fingers and palms. Jo had on thick gloves, but that didn’t matter with some of the razor sharp rocks. By the time she pulled herself up to standing on the narrow surface at the top of the mountain, her gloves were more or less shredded, and both of her hands were bleeding.

The salt in my mouth didn't wash away with the river water. It tasted like I had swallowed a handful of dry needles. Every time I breathed, the back of my throat felt like it was being sandpapered by an invisible hand. My father’s black ink-blood had left a stain on my gums that refused to fade, a dark, cold patch that hummed with the same frequency as the obsidian eye on his chest. "We have to move," Ronan said. He didn't look at me. He was staring at the granite wall of the gorge, his hand resting against a vein of quartz. "The mountain is awake. It’s telling the Ridge we’re coming."

I stood between the statues of the Stone Sister and the Mountain Man, my hands trembling as I reached for the central nervous system of the mountain. Between the quartz palms of the two ancient gods, a spark of black light had begun to grow. In physics, we might call it a singularity. In medicine, I recognized it as a Biological Infarction. The Palace was having a heart attack on a tectonic scale. The "Frequency Wall" was strangling the mountain’s flow of energy, forcing it to collapse inward on its own core: my children. "Maya, Leo, Toby: form the circuit!" I shouted, my voice sounding thin and metallic against the roaring silence of the void. "Don't look at the sky! Look at me! Remember th

My body heats up anywhere he touches me, and all of my senses go crazy. My mind is spinning as I struggle to see through a cloud of unexpected desire, and I blame my foolish body for responding the way it does to an alpha's touch. My heat is still in full swing from yesterday night's full moon, and just the smell and touch of it is enough to send me into a frenzy. I groan in agony, but the alpha in the back of me is yanked away, and another person grabs me. "We must leave", a stern voice declares. "Jack, keep it together."

Kieran held onto Elidra’s leg, staring at the tallest peak. With a deep groan, the mountain face moved. A huge cliff began to slide. It did not fall apart. It moved slowly, like a giant stone door. Millions of tons of rock shifted, showing a dark, messy opening that had been shut for ages. A wave of old, dry air blew out. Then came the light. It was a warm, rich amber, like the heart of a fire. The mountain had opened an eye. They stood there, feeling very small. What lived deep inside? What had they woken up?

he warned. “Well, you must be Kurama.” Tyr narrowed his eyes and said, “I came to Mount Osore to ask you about something. I don’t want to get into a fight with you.” “Hahaha! Setting foot on Mount Osore is a crime punishable by death. If you want to ask me a question, you must first defeat my precious baby.” Kurama waved his hand as soon as the voice faded. The gigantic mud man raised his hand and slammed it against Tyr. This massive palm resembled Buddha’s Five-finger Mountain, where there was no way to escape from the attack. It gave people an endless sense of oppression the moment it was pressed down.

•FREYA• The deadly mountains were silent as death like they had come to a stop, I could hear my breathing so loud like the pounding of my heart, it felt like it was about to burst out from my ribCage, as I looked around, I could see…nothing?! Even when I put my hands in front of me I couldn’t see anything at all, I hoped I wasn’t the one that had gone blind instead. I kept walking forward, my hands reached out to touch the trees I came across, to give a sense of guidance as I use that as a path, even though I had no close where I was going