Go Tell It On The Mountain Book Novels & Stories

“Buying apples.” And I gave her all of it. The plain coat and the exact coins. The bridge and the dog and the coast road. The forgettable face. And the weather question, laid out word for word, and behind it the whole thread she had never been told, the paying man in the mountain city, the records of dry lightning going back years, the night I flew out and cut her trail and rewove it into an herb seller sailing south, the story that should have held and the man standing under our wall who suggested it had not.

A pack war was coming, and Mountaintop was right in the middle of it. End of book one. Story continues in Mated To The Alphas.

", replied the 1st mountain. Mane looked at the mountains. He felt as though the 1st three mountains had higher statuses than the others- a though they were the rulers of this space. For when they spoke, the other mountains went quiet. "What are your names"? It was the 2nd mountain that spoke this time, "That is for us to know and for you to find out. We will each tell you a riddle. When you understand the riddle, you will know that mountain's name, and you will understand that mountain, live the life of that mountain and be that mountain". Mane looked at the 1st mountain and said, "Are you really mountains". "You know the answer to that question don't you my dear boy". Mane smiled at the an

​Thorne’s POV ​The mountain spoke to me in a way it never spoke to the humans. To them, the North was a collection of rocks, ice, and ancient trees. To a wolf, the mountain was a living, breathing entity. It had a pulse that vibrated through the pads of my paws. It had a scent that changed with the seasons—the smell of sleeping minerals in the winter, the scent of damp moss in the spring. And right now, the mountain was screaming.

“The mountain has recognized us as contaminants. It’s initiating a hard reset.” I looked at the timer. 180 seconds. I looked at my son, who was freezing into a statue in my arms. The mountain was turning into a tomb, and the sky was preparing to hammer the lid shut. “We aren't dying in a box, Ryan,” I said, my voice a dead flatline as the gold cracks on my skin began to glow with a lethal, desperate light. “If the mountain wants to reset, then we’ll give it a reason to scream first.”

He spoke little, but every time her step faltered, she felt his gaze, a silent tether, unyielding, steadying. Nyra led, her dark cloak trailing over the ground like spilled ink. Her voice cut through the silence, low and sharp, carrying the authority of one who had walked too many roads like this. “The Mountain is alive,” she warned. “It feeds on fear. It drinks despair. If a voice calls your name on this path, no matter how sweet it sounds, no matter who it sounds like, do not answer.”

Callox's POV: Carrying all our luggage on our backs, Rayell and I made our way to the legendary snow mountain—the home of the Tear of Edith. We stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up at its sharp peak. 'It's a long way to the top" I thought with a heavy heart. "Rayell, the journey ahead will be more than difficult.I'm sorry you have to suffer with me." I sighed, glancing at Rayell guiltily. "I'm more than happy to be here with you.Callox, did you bring enough pain suppressing medicine?"

Felix flashed him a grin and asked, “Oh yeah, Mr. Yarde. How did you get to the top of the mountain? Was no one standing guard there?” Kayson replied, “There was, but I defeated them all.” Shaking his head, Felix replied, “Stop messing with me, Mr. Yarde. There was more than one grandmaster-level fighter stationed on top of the mountain.” Kayson said, “I’m telling you the truth… Forget about it. You won’t believe me anyway.” ‘Of course I won’t. How am I supposed to believe something like that?’ Kayson said, “I’m going back to Skyspring. What about you?”

A statement. They stood at its base, a tiny cluster of figures against the immense, silent bulk of the mountain. The wind here was a constant, roaring river of cold. "Well, boy," the man Kael said, his voice almost swallowed by the gale. "This is it. Can you talk to this one?" Kael, the child, stepped forward. He was twelve, but he seemed both smaller and infinitely larger before the mountain. He didn't answer. He simply walked to the rock face, still streaked with old snow, and placed his bare hands against the stone.

I turned it over in my hand. “We should go,” I said eventually. Akira nodded, but neither of us moved. There was no victory here. No healing. Just the cold truth of survival. We sat at the foot of the mountain, alone and changed—empty-handed, but not unchanged. And somewhere behind us, the mountain watched. Waiting. **** POV: Ember. The mountain seemed endless—twisting halls, strange lights flickering just out of sight. I was starting to fall. Starting to believe I'd be swallowed whole.