Hollow Mountain Photos Novels & Stories

They rode through the night without stopping, and Everly would later remember almost nothing of the journey except the cold burn of wind against her face and the steady, terrified rhythm of her own heartbeat counting down toward whatever waited at the end of it. The Hollow's Gate rose out of the mountainside just before dawn, and nothing about it resembled the sanctuary's careful stonework. It looked older, wrong in a way Everly felt in her teeth before she consciously understood why, a jagged black archway cut directly into raw rock, humming faintly with the same silver-tinged energy she'd felt the moment she'd opened the sanctuary's sealed door two nights before.

⸻ The Hollow was carved deep into the northern mountain, beyond the River of Bones, where even the bravest wolves didn’t tread. As they crossed into the cursed forest beyond the packlands, snow began to fall—light at first, then heavier, until the sky was a curtain of white silence. It wasn’t natural. Nothing about this place was. “We shouldn’t be here,” murmured Kael. “Then why come?” He glanced back at her. “Because if we don’t, someone else will. And they’ll use what’s buried here to tear us apart.” They reached the mouth of the Hollow by twilight. It yawned open from the cliffside like a wound in the earth, breathing cold air that reeked of ancient iron and magic.

“He’s stronger than all of this.” The fissure split wider. Cold air surged upward, not freezing, but heavy. It carried the weight of something buried for too long. The runes that had survived the first collapse flickered weakly, then went dark altogether, their magic snuffed out like dying embers. Jake rose slowly. “We need to get out of here. Now.” As if answering him, the ground gave way completely at the center of the chamber. The collapse did not drop inward. It opened. A vast hollow yawned beneath us, carved deep into the mountain, smooth as if shaped by design rather than erosion. Faint light pulsed from below, not red, not gold, but a muted silver that throbbed like a distant heartbea

“I know it’s not our typical birthday spot for you, but I was hoping this scene might make up for it.” From our spot on the mountain, you can see down to a stunning valley, a body of water tucked in between the trees below us. The moon reflects off the water in a way so stunning that it takes my breath away. If you look far enough into the distance, you can see another looming mountain where the highest peak still has snow at the top. “Is it Mare approved?” he asks. I know him well enough to know there’s a hesitant edge to his voice. I don’t know why he’d ever think that this wouldn’t be one of my favorite scenes in the world.

Marilynn looked out, away from the clearing and saw deer, raccoons, rabbits and birds sitting in the grove watching them. "Look", she said.

Climbing out of the truck, Tourmaline took a deep breath of the crisp, fresh mountain air, her eyes a little wide as she took in the surreal setting. Sunlight filtered into the clearing through the leafy trees, casting dazzling splotches of gold across the grassy carpet. It was like something out of a fairy tale, which sent a shiver of unease down her spine. Fairy tales always came with monsters, and she couldn’t help but feel that there was something unnatural about this strange, primordial place.

Thought Malia. "Wait a little longer." asked Loui softly. "Uhm ... Y-yes." replied Malia stammered. In the next split second they arrived in front of a waterfall with a line of rainbows crossing both ends, making the coolness around them so refreshing and so pleasing to the eye. Loui lowered Malia from his back very carefully. "Loui. It's so beautiful." Malia amazed. Loui nodded, occasionally he smiled his faint smile every time his eyes managed to capture the happy glare that emanated from Malia's pair of nets. Malia looked so amazed at the beautiful scenery around her.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

POV: Ember Wellesley. The light filtered soft and gold through the wide windows. Ember stood by her desk, flipping through a stack of prints—her recent work. Mostly quiet shots: the way moss clung to the base of pine trees after rain, a deer frozen mid-step in the mist, and one she kept setting aside but couldn’t ignore— A photo she’d taken during a sleepless night. The earth had cracked open just past the southern ridge, steam curling from the soil like breath. In the center of the frame stood Asher, half in shadow, half bathed in silver light, his expression unreadable. The mountain loomed behind him like something ancient and watchful.

We drive along a flat road that goes down the entire mountain and my eyes take in the view of the sea and how beautiful it is here at night. It's too beautiful for a night like this. He leans over and places his hand on my knee. And that's all it does to comfort me, but that's all I need before I start to cry. Tears stream down my cheeks and I start sobbing and I can't stop. At some point, I place my hand over yours and just hold. Just needing the connection with someone else, someone real, while taking in everything I've just done. I don't stop crying until we reach the bottom of the mountain. We drive along the plain dirt road, which is lit with small flashlights, but with the car's headli