Hawk Mountain Book Novels & Stories

Right at the center of the main gate stood a single, blazing golden heat-signature that burned far brighter than the rest. Celt Hawkridge. I stared at the screen for three seconds, my lips pressing into a thin line, before I slammed the laptop shut, grabbed my pack, and headed down the stairs to face the wolves.

I repeated calmly, looking into the mercenary's eyes, as black as his hair, but without even a hint of the cosmos that the other killer I knew had. The wolf thoughtfully tilted his head to one side, not so much holding my throat as stroking it. In his eyes I saw my reflection: so calm and so incomprehensible to him. What are you fighting for, woman? - he asked. “For the same as everyone else,” I replied, risking removing his unresisting hand from me. - For the future. Far away in the dark gray sky sparkled the lightning of a thunderstorm coming from the east. Forty-two kilometers left behind, and Alyosha turned off the SUV engine. The gates of the military base, closed so long ago that it ha

"The Great Demise: The Fall of the Moon Goddess" I turn to the first page, thankful for the late afternoon light that stretches in through the broken roof above me. Skimming over the words, I decide I should take the book back with me to read it more in-depth. The inscription in the beginning tells me that it is the history of the Alaskan pack, which is exactly why I came here. Shoving the book into my backpack, I pull the straps tight onto my shoulders before carefully stepping out of the rubble at my feet until I am outside. Going downhill takes much less time than going uphill, and I make it to the broken truck in no time.

I fly us back to the mountain. Landing, I put him down and faze into human form a puff of violet fog releasing into the air. "Loki, you are supposed to be sleeping," I scold, and the once-happy baby dragon puts his head down and whines. After getting dressed, I pick him up, and to carry the hatchling back to my mother. The long tunnels of the mountain are dimly lit with torches. The jagged stone walls dancing with shadows. My bare feet lumber against the cold earthen floor. Wind whispers through the quiet, sleep-ridden mountain.

According to his memory, Dragonsmount really did have the energy of a dragon, but it was not anything impressive. Kiran put a stop to his train of thought and started reading. It contained all of the legends and stories of the past, as well as the flora and fauna of Dragonsmount. It would be more fitting to read it as a fictional storybook. Without realizing it, Kiran dived into the book. About two hours later, Kiran finished the book but was disappointed to realize that he had not found anything valuable. He was about to go to bed when he heard crying sounds coming from Snow’s room.

The history of the Black Mountain was no longer a record of our suffering, but a foundational myth for a world that was finally, perfectly whole. ​The hook was set. As a flock of white-winged birds rose from the Memory Orchard and began their long journey toward the western desert, I felt the ground beneath my feet let out a deep and satisfied sigh, the sound of a world that had finally found its own rhythm in the silence of the stars.

He must make use of his intellect to defeat his enemies. Suddenly, the sound of another wooden entry lifting from his left side ripped through his well-laid plans. Was there a fourth predator? "Fuck it!" Darwin murmured. "This is not good." Darwin would have a slim chance of prevailing in this contest. In order to gain a better look at the new enemy, he darted over his left shoulder. A massive raven mountain lion with a head as huge as the troll. And to make matters worse, the gigantic ten-foot-long feline that was his pet champion had appeared in front of him. 'Dar' was the name he had given it. It had slain so many feral lycans when he and Cornelius went hunting with him the previous year

However, today, she was left sorely disappointed. They had reached the Great Divine Mountain in the morning; they had found the Minsk Mountain that the lightless Air Temple had made their headquarters in a few hours ago. It was a tall snow-covered mountain that looked like a 2,400-meter tall stalagmite with sharp cliffs and edges. Seeing these conditions, Xasha knew that Golden Peacocks were definitely living here. A team had already left in the morning to hunt them down.

"What if I overshadow you at your own wedding?" "Harriet, honey," I started, almost throwing my head back with laughter. "You cannot overshadow me even at your own wedding. I could wear a fucking tie-dye duster dress and still standout. It's a Larionova curse." It was adorable that she needed my permission, so when she had the right dress in mind, she left to go fucking find it. She should pray that she'd find that very specific dress in under a day. Then by mid-afternoon, the house almost felt crowded. Chase arrived with his hideous pug, and the bitch barked at me like she fucking owns the place. I basically threatened Chase with a gun to take the dog out of the echoing halls of the house.

These hunters mean business but why? Who asked them to come here? To hunt us? Have we hurt them? Did we do something to have them hurt us like this? Too many questions and little answers. I move more of my brothers and sisters that are sleeping against the castle wall. Looking back to move more I stop when I see a huge hawk pick a human struggling to get away from the wolf attacking it. I felt tiny in comparison. This hawk took the human in its two claws, flying it got to the edge of this mountain and dropped the human.