Hollow Mountain Photos Novels & Stories

"So do I." We reached the Hollow Mountains two hours before sunset. They rose from the landscape like broken teeth—jagged peaks of grey stone that looked like they had been shattered by some ancient cataclysm. Caves dotted the mountainsides, dark openings that could hide entire armies. And in the valley between two peaks, Viktor's camp sprawled. We observed from a ridge overlooking the valley, concealed by rocks and scrub brush.

The blue lights below began to move, and as they drew closer, I realized they were glowing orbs of cold fire, floating several feet off the ground. Behind them followed the Hollows; the high-ranking pack members who had given their souls to the mountain’s dark side. They moved with a jerky, unnatural grace, and their eyes glowed with that same sickly blue light. "Colin, grab my hand," I commanded, my maternal instinct overriding the terror. We couldn't go back to the house, and we couldn't stay in the woods. I knew there were old mining tunnels somewhere in these hills; the local legends were full of stories about miners who got lost here.

Closer to him. Eleanor suddenly realized what he intended. “Oh gods…” The woman beneath the mountain looked delighted. “He’s going to eat it.” The Hollow King smiled wider. The Throne thrashed violently above Blackwood, golden light pouring from its skeletal body in desperate waves. And for the first time— Eleanor pitied something made by gods. The tallest god raised both hands sharply. Golden symbols exploded across the sky above the mountain in enormous spirals. The Hollow King’s expression darkened instantly. “No.”

The dilapidated mud houses, the filthy bedding… everything felt like a nightmare. Ultimately, those villagers were imprisoned after my family and the Sinclairs banded together to bring them down, getting exactly what they deserved. I drifted high above the city, watching the hustle and bustle of the streets below. I noticed a young couple sharing a passionate kiss on a street corner, a mother holding her child's hand as they walked down the road, and a group of friends sharing a hearty laugh at a bar. These ordinary moments of happiness felt so far away from me. I began to feel a weariness that seeped deep into my very soul. I no longer wanted to wander. I wanted to rest for an eternity.

It was a place they came to bleed. We’d set up camp just below the ridgeline, tucked behind a sloped wedge of rock that blocked the worst of the wind. Kael said nothing when I collapsed onto the ground, knees aching, breath fogging. He just dropped his satchel and walked to the edge, staring down into the Hollow. It was quiet. Not the good kind of quiet. The kind that leans in too close. That waits for you to exhale. The kind that hums beneath your teeth and presses against the sides of your skull like a whisper you almost remember.

“Lovely bedtime story. Until some fanatic uses it to light the world on fire again.” But Aria was quiet. She could feel it—not just the power of the place, but a calling. A strange hum beneath her ribs, like something familiar was waiting. --- They reached the Celestial Hollow on the sixth day. It was not marked on any map. Hidden in a cleft between three peaks that never saw full sunlight, the Hollow shimmered like a mirage. The entrance was shaped like a perfect circle—smooth, black stone rimmed with glyphs that pulsed with light when Aria stepped forward.

Jagged rocks jutted up like broken teeth, and a single arch of stone marked the entrance to a winding stair carved into the mountain itself. Kael dismounted. “We go on foot from here.” Aria followed, heart racing. The climb was steep, the air thin. But with each step, a strange energy filled her veins as if the mountain itself recognized her presence. Memories that weren’t hers flitted at the edge of her mind… a warrior’s stance, the sound of steel, a voice whispering old words of power. Lirael’s memories? Or something older still? At last, they reached a wide plateau and there, nestled against the mountainside, stood Eldhollow.

Finn squealed happily. Liam toddled over and hugged Alex’s leg. Alex smiled faintly. “Bring the ice back,” he said. Jake met his eyes. “I will.” The Mountain The helicopter cut through heavy clouds toward the frozen wilderness north of the city. Brody sat across from Jake checking his gear. Elena studied a glowing compass in her hand. “We’re close,” she said. The mountain peak appeared through the storm like a black spear piercing the sky. At its summit stood a ring of ancient stone pillars.

Her eyes traveled around, and the cold wind tickled her senses. Mountains of different peaks surrounded them, all were pine capped, and birds were chirping in the air. There were several rock formations around, and tourists were climbing there. Hikers on other groups scattered around, busy taking pictures, too. “I’ll take photos from there. That’s the infamous Gungal Rock.” Greco pointed out the most prominent rock from the formation, where it stood on the edge of a cliff. Einille wanted to be there. But she couldn’t find a visible path going there.

She pointed to a largest one on the wall of the Grand Tetons Mountain range in the spring. "Yes, exactly. See, you can see it too, the true beauty." She stared at it, mesmerized. Wildflowers bloomed in front with a backdrop of the snow-capped mountains. It appeared to be live. "How much is the large one you liked so much?" he asked, taking a step closer to the photo. "They're all marked, so, let's see. Oh, it's too high up for me. I'll get a stepstool. I know there has to be one around here." She rotated on a heel and headed the doors she hadn't poked her head into yet.