Library At Mount Char Novels & Stories

A fountain flowed in the front yard, and the back had a lush mountain with pavilions and terraces. Atlas parked the car at the main entrance and said, “We're home.”

Crystal looked at Oliver in amusement. "I get the feeling that you were already expecting War Legate Dominus to build a railway through Mount Gremont." Oliver took a deep breath. "Mount Gremont is situated north of Wyvern Peak. It's a strategically advantageous position that's easy to defend and hard to attack. Beyond the snowy mountains lies War Legate Achelous' Dragon Peak.

Tanner says, turning his laptop around so Mack could see the screen. “One is in Wyoming, another one in Oklahoma and one in Montana.” Tanner says, before asking “Montana, Montana, Montana…. Why does that sound familiar?” “I had that run-in with Shaba at that diner.” Mack answers. “I remember that, it was in Dillion. This can’t be a coincidence this one is located in Bond Mt, just north of Dillion. According to the website, it is owned by a Ms. Madison and the company’s product is none other than wolf figurines, but I have never seen a regular wolf pose that this before.” Tanner says zooming in on the picture.

" … In the blue sky, on the mountain range. On the first day of the journey, the ostensibly never-ending snowstorm finally stopped. Perhaps it was a good thing the Duchess wanted us to go to the Northern Castle rather than the Central one because we were already planning to cross Mt. Xavier to get to my city. Mt. Xavier stood tall and proud, snow-covered. Its grandeur was breathtakingly delightfully creepy. Multiple people and carriage tracks could be seen in the white snow, stretching for a great range along the snowy surface. "In front is an ice golem." I was outside, walking away from the monsters. I didn't have to, but sitting in the carriage doing nothing didn't sit well with me. Lisa s

It was as if they had trespassed into a Wonderland. Daemon Mountain was Florivera's highest mountain. Many of the city's residents liked to take a hike during the holidays as a retreat. Abigail and Felix have come here many times, but they never knew there was such a beautiful place within the mountains. It was understandable why there was a checkpoint set up outside. They parked their car, and a young, handsome jockey drove their car away while a pretty waitress led them into the courtyard. They passed through the front courtyard and walked through a path made from cobblestone. At the rear yard, it was another scene. Fresh flowers, artificial hills, fountains...

After changing into athletic wear, they followed him to the famous local attraction—Mount Saint Elias. Located in a corner of Jefferson City, Mount Saint Elias was a range of mountains with blue-green peaks and cliffs. The mountain was covered in verdant trees. Upon reaching the foot of Mount Saint Elias, the first person Yaslyn saw was Zaylee in a long skirt, smiling brightly. Seeing Zaylee, Sophie beamed and affectionately grabbed her hand. "Zaylee, I thought you weren't coming." Zaylee smiled. "Mrs. Warren, how could I possibly not come at your invitation?"

Xevia's POV I thought the place I was heading to was a dark, lonely mountain range surrounded by dense forest. But I was wrong. No wonder they chose this place as their wedding location. Because it turns out that Mount Vermont is a tourist mountain, a volcano that is no longer active and is now used as a nature reserve and tourist spot. The mountains are not too high, around which luxury cottages and hotels are built. There are forests, but they are not as thick and wide as I thought. Because the forest is no longer natural; instead, it is an artificial forest specially maintained to accommodate wild deer and antelope.

"There's a rope and she's laying down. But her eyes are open—" "What else?" I asked. "There's a building in the back, it's huge and dark but there's a sign of a mountain on top of it. Two mountains," Elijah said and I heaved a deep breath once I realized. Blake was at the one place I'd think last to check. He was at my Pack. Black Mountain.

Breanna’s tone hardened. “I started it, so I’m in the right position to end everything,” he said. “Your choice Shamus. One ambulance, your team, cuffs for me. Or a war you can’t win.” “Location?” Antonio glanced at the jagged shoreline, the bend of the river, the distant silhouette of the old railroad trestle half a mile upstream. “Sangre de Cristo east bank. Mile marker 17 off the old 502 spur. Big flat boulder shaped like a table. Hurry.”

The two greeted me and then continued eating. "Let's go to the lighthouse after this," Astrielle tried to open a conversation. "Sure..." I smiled. "I saw your car... wow!" Carline butt in. "Thank you, okay? Where is the lighthouse?" I asked. "Uhmn, near Pazville. But it's safe there. We'll pass by a mountain where there is a story about a beautiful fairy who fell in love with a Lycan but they were not blessed with a child until they lost their lives," Astrielle narrated.