Hollow Mountain Photos Novels & Stories

The air in the cavern was no longer thick with the scent of pine; it was choked with the acrid stench of ozone, burnt magnesium, and the cold, metallic breath of the "Slipstream" engines. The ceiling of the Hollow, once a dark cathedral of stone, was now a jagged landscape of blinding blue spotlights and the silhouettes of descending "New Geneva" strike teams.

POV DARLENE The bone-white mountain was not made of stone, but of the fossilized remains of the First Howl—a calcified graveyard of primordial energy that felt cold enough to brittle the very marrow of my bones. As I climbed the jagged ridge, the air grew thick with the smell of ozone and the sterile, metallic scent of the Platinum Sentinels.

I toss the sandwich away from me to check my plant over. Rex is okay. It’s still close to death, but no more than usual. When I look up in relief, I see it. Hucow Hollow. It unfolds slowly from the mist. The land dips down into a shallow valley. There are rolling hills, tangled orchards, and groves. And nestled at the center are the buildings.

Then slowly— began collapsing inward. Not attacking. Not consuming. Unraveling. Like a system suddenly losing the logic that held it together. The black mass beneath the floor shuddered. A deep, hollow scream echoed once more— then faded. The silver fractures inside its body cracked open. Light poured out. Then silence. The Hollow collapsed inward completely. And vanished. For a long moment, nobody moved. Dust fell. Stone cracked softly. The mountain groaned. But the battle was over. Ronan blinked.

“I know you will not kill me, Ru. Which is why, when the time comes, it will make it so much easier for me to end you.” Staring into his green eyes for a long moment, Ru said nothing at all, only tried to penetrate behind the façade into his soul. There was an emptiness there unlike anything she’d ever seen before. He was hollow, broken. As she continued to look into his eyes, Nat slowly faded away until she was left standing on the mountaintop all alone.

exclaimed Legolas. I could see the jagged mountains looming in the distance as we already reached and stood on the ground. We had to get to the gateway, they were flour-white in color and loomed over the landscape. As we got closer, a slew of snow slid down one of the mountains. It's heavenly that a sinkhole has its own natural forest, with such a large and open area and with different seasons; snowing, light rain, and also witnessing the leaves fall like autumn. It tumbled over the tangled edge and into the pit below. The subsequent hush was bone-chilling.

"Miss Camilla, I would suggest you get away this instant…" "Mister Holloway! I won't take five minutes of your time, I swear! You just have to…" "Miss Camilla!" Above the both of us, the sound of window creaking open was heard. The next pair of eyes I gazed upon caused my knees to weaken. Icy blue eyes stared down at me. Both of them had sleep bags underneath, and I could sight the sleep marks at the right side of his face, just above his dark blonde beards.

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.'

So anytime we took pictures together, it was with our backs turned or have some or all of my face hidden. While we are sitting and talking about the movie the bartender hands us our drinks when Allie notices a tattoo on the wrist of the bartender. “Hey guys she whispers, did you see his tattoo on his wrist,” I look over at Melanie she shakes her head “No,” I look back at Allie “No, we didn't know what did it look like,” She gets her phone out and looks it up. “Yeah, here it is the skull with a dagger through the head with wings,” She says as she shows us the picture. “Omg I’m going to be sick,” I try to say as I start dry heaving. “We gotta go,” I hurriedly typed a message to the police deta

The first thing to surface with crystal clarity was that Immortal Mountain wreathed in cloud and mist, bearing a plaque that read: Ethereal Lumin Hold. Not the hard asphalt roads and camouflage barracks of a military base, but rolling green ranges wrapped year-round in drifting immortal mist. Ancient trees towered in the valleys; waterfalls and clear streams sang among the rocks. Plain, timeworn halls with upturned eaves were built along the slopes—gray tiles and white walls, steeped in an airy otherworldliness. When the mountain wind swept through, it carried the fresh scent of grass and sandalwood, far better than the reek of sweat and engine oil in camp. And there was a man in white robes