Fingers Of The Mountain Oblivion Novels & Stories

“He’s using the mountain to broadcast a 'System-Wide Purge.' If he finishes the uplink, every Silver Gene on the planet—even the ones we haven't found yet—will be remotely deactivated. We won't even have to fight. We’ll just… stop.” ​The ascent began at the "Glass Stair," a spiral path carved into the side of the obsidian cliff. It was wide enough for four wolves abreast, but it was slick with a frost that didn't melt, even under the heat of the Fire-Smithies' presence. To our left was the sheer drop into the grey fog of the Dead-Zone; to our right was the humming, vibrating wall of the mountain.

The silver cut was wide and weeping, the skin around it was red and swollen, and clutched in my bloody fingers was the grey stone, now stained a deep, permanent red. Marcus’s face went completely pale. His eyes darted from my hand to my face, his breath catching in his throat. "What the hell have you done, Zack?!" he whispered, his voice trembling with a sudden, terrifying panic. "What did you give to the mountain?" Present Day My eyes snapped open. The memory vanished, but the pain in my right palm remained. I looked down at my hand. The silver scars from that fourteen-year-old cut were glowing; not gold, or copper, but a deep, ancient silver that mirrored the pulse of the mountain.

"Together?" He looked at her outstretched palm for only a second before taking it without hesitation. "Together." Their fingers intertwined naturally, and neither of them questioned it. With their free hands, they pressed their palms against the carved circles, and the stone answered at once—soft golden light spreading beneath their touch, flowing along the carved paths until every line across both doors shimmered brilliantly. The mountain trembled, not violently, but almost joyfully, as though it had been holding its breath for centuries.

Tela whispered. They approached the mountain, and they saw a path leading up to its peak. The path was steep and winding, and the rocks were jagged and unforgiving. But Fionn and Tela were determined to reach the top. As they climbed, the fire grew brighter, and they heard a low, booming voice coming from the mountain. "Who dares to approach the mountain of the gods?" the voice asked. "We are Fionn and Tela," Fionn said, his voice shaking. "We come in peace." There was a long silence, and then the voice spoke again. "You may enter the mountain, but you must pass a test first," the voice said. "What test?" Fionn asked, his heart pounding in his chest. "You must pass through the ring of fire,"

Chloe suddenly raised her hand. "We're here." Before us stood a mountain unlike any I'd ever seen. Its surface was covered in ancient symbols glowing faintly crimson. Vines wrapped around enormous stone doors that looked untouched for centuries. Chloe walked toward a cluster of rocks near the cliffside. She pressed her hand against one of them. A loud grinding sound echoed through the valley. The earth trembled. Slowly... A hidden stone staircase emerged from beneath the mountain. Cold air rushed out from the darkness below. The witch doctor whispered a protective prayer.

The ears, once pointed and upright, smoothly molded back into the natural curves of his human earlobes. As I gazed upon him, my eyes fixated on the sculpted muscles that rippled beneath his skin. Standing amid the forest, his perfect nakedness was a sight to behold as it created a striking contrast against the dark backdrop, leaving me in awe. Watching him, it appeared he had abandoned all human boundaries and instead had embodied his authentic self with a raw and unapologetic finesse.

"What line am I supposed to say here? Should I say… Yes? Or no?" Theodore's brow seemed to raise slightly as he snapped his fingers. Two men in black suddenly walked out from the corner. They then stuffed the man on the floor into a sack and carried him out. While they were doing that, I walked around the room, looking for cameras. Unfortunately, I found nothing. I quickly figured everything out. They must be using pinhole cameras! After the man was carried out, the door closed again. Theodore sat down in a chair not far away. He asked, "Your name."

Marcus answered, his voice weak and bely more than a whisper. “Aw, what a sweet family reunion, it makes me sick.” Azazel spoke up. Daniel had forgotten he was even there, his only focus on his son. Azazel turned and snapped his fingers, as if from nowhere a lowly demon appeared with Azazel’s bag of torture devices, and a small table. Azazel quickly grabbed his bag and rolled it out on the table. The shiny chrome tools glowed orange from the reflection of a fire somewhere in the background. Slowly Azazel ran his fingers over the line of tools, trying to determine the best one that would inflict the most trauma. Finally his hand stopped on what appeared to be a very thin, short,flimsy blade.

The sound began to dissipate, and a hush fell over the barren terrain once again. Suddenly, a loud bang resonated as the arrowhead exploded, casting out a violent flurry of splinters and luminescent shards in all directions. He winced, forcing himself to stay still as the shards and splinters flew around him. He felt a sharp pain cut through his left wrist as his hand held the trunk, and his fingers dug into the dark wood, responding to the pain. The unfamiliar sensation of this deep and piercing pain began to escalate and tingle, accompanied by a strange warmth. He relinquished his hold of the tree, allowing his arm to drop silently to his side, still without a word. The liquid warmth made

Brian's eyes didn't leave Vanessa's face as he pleasured her, he felt fulfilled seeing that she was enjoying what he was doing to her. "Br...ia....n" Vee moaned when she felt him slip two fingers into her at once. The moan got louder when he added an extra finger, making it three. He began finger fucking her at a low pace but eventually increased his space. Vee gripped the sheets tightly as she tried to suppress her moans. "Don't cum now Nessa, try holding it back for a few more minutes. This is the best place my fingers have ever been and I don't want this moment to end too quickly." He whispered to her as he kept on fingering her hard.