Hollow Mountain Photos Novels & Stories

Since you let me consume so much energy, then I'll make you pay the price of your life to compensate me! Now, the whole rainforest has been revealed in front of me. You can't escape!" As his voice fell, rays of red light were winding, long, and thin. They were extremely dense, like thousands of tentacles, winding toward the depths of the hollow. At this moment, an extremely gloomy and horrible smell was emitted from the entire Evil Mountain Range. Anyone who was in it at this moment would feel extremely uncomfortable, as if there were countless invisible eyes around, watching every move of yours from all directions.

It was a plain with a tall mountain at its center. There were few traces of vegetation and many holes in the terrain, it was as if someone eradicated all the plants and trees that were supposed to be there. The mountain was devoid of any life too and there were many cavities on its sides. They resembled small caves and there were more than three hundred of them. However, the students sensed no trace of life at all, the layer seemed completely empty. 'Those should be nests for bird-types magical beasts but with that number, we should at least feel them even if they tried to hide.'

Meanwhile, group one heads up the side of the mountain to get aerial shots of the land below and to scope out the various entrances into the caves. Mark, Brian and Tasha climb for a while before they decide to stop and take some aerial photos of the bottom of the mountain, they set their packs down and spread out along the ridge they came across and all three of them hold their cameras at arms length facing the ground tilting the cameras slightly this way and that to get different angles incase the miss something with one shot.

"But..." "Please," Hazel implored, taking a step towards the looming mountain ahead. She advanced, the air around her shifted, heavy with a foreboding sense of danger. She glanced back at the three of them, silently urging them to understand, then continued up the mountain's slope. Strewn across her path were the remains of animals and humans, their bones bleached and lifeless. "Is this why they call it Death Valley?" Hazel asked Aurum,

He wouldn’t think about that. He ran, boots silent over the pine needles, until the trees opened into the old hollow, the place where the pack’s energy faded and the land turned wild. And then he saw her. She stood at the edge of the stream, barefoot, pale in the moonlight, hair falling like a curtain around her. Her shoulders were trembling, but she didn’t cry. She was too proud for that — he could tell. Even from here. Silas stepped back, heart slamming in his chest.

author pov The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbeque of the summer next to the lake and waterfall on their land. The waterfall is one of the attractions of the Snow Moon pack land. It is as tall as Mt. Everest with several shelves up and down the sides. Some of the shelves are just low enough to dive from. The water at the bottom is clear and just the right temperature to cool you off on a hot day. The majesty of the water cascading down the mountain and stirring the pool at the bottom is a sight not many people get to witness in a lifetime. The pool has gigantic, large, medium, small and pebble-sized rocks jutting from the shores. There are paths long worn by the animals and humans w

The wind over the broken plateau was no longer natural. It came in waves now. Like breathing. Lyra stood at the edge of the fractured ice, staring down into the hollow crack beneath the world. Violet light pulsed far below like a slow heartbeat. Kael stood beside her. Silent. Not because he had nothing to say. Because words felt too small now. Behind them, Mira checked the perimeter. Her frost spread low across the ground, sharp and careful. “The Hollow is still active,” she said. “It didn’t retreat. It only paused.”

“I won’t promise.” He groaned. “But I’ll be more careful.” “That is not comforting.” “It wasn’t supposed to be.” Ronan’s mother helped her son stand. He looked at Emmy. “Thank you.” Emmy shook her head. “Remember yourself.” He nodded. She turned toward the gathered crowd. Everyone was afraid. She could smell it. Hear it. Feel it. But they were listening. “The Hollow doesn’t only live beneath the mountain anymore.” Murmurs spread. “It is made from what was erased. From people stripped of names and histories because rulers decided they were inconvenient.”

One moment we were pushing through dense undergrowth and the next the trees fell away and I was standing at the edge of a valley that looked like something the earth had cupped in its hands and hidden from the rest of the world. It sat between two low ridges like a bowl. The floor was flat and green, dotted with wildflowers and tall grass that moved in the wind like something breathing. A stream ran through the center, clear and steady. On the far side, tucked against the base of the northern ridge, rough shelters formed a loose half-circle around a fire pit where thin smoke curled toward the sky. Small. Crude. Fragile. The most beautiful place I had ever seen. "Welcome to The Hollow," Zuri

~Amolet I’m not sure what I expected, but this isn’t it. For a moment I’m so surprised, so taken aback I’m convinced Cian has taken me to the wrong place. We are on the edge of another mountain, however this one is capped with snow, and isn't surrounded by a wonderful view of distant villages dotted with sparkling lights. Instead, right below the rocky outcrop we stand on, is a massive ravine, gorged into the mountain leading all the way out to the horizon.