Mountain God Novels & Stories

He's always dreamed of climbing that mountain, now he's being handed an opportunity to do so, much more, a reason to do so. Without much thought, he jumped onto his horse and looked at his companion, "Come on, not a moment to waste." he beckoned.Minos and Rei meandered through the crowd of people and found their way to the northern exit that leads to Mt. Viziga. Their path ahead is dark, as the moon and stars were obscured by masses of clouds brought in by a slow-moving wind. Minos motioned for his horse to slow down to avoid tripping along the gentle slope going up while Rei lit up a torch. Now would be a good time for both of them to continue on foot, mountain paths are not friendly to the

“Yes, sir.” “Destroy the watchtower, you can do it your way.” The dark lord commanded, shoving Elika to his right side. “Yes, sir.” Michael nodded, turning towards the battle as he continued. “Demolitions! Take down that tower!” Darkous’ comrade pointed towards the watchtower as five men rushed towards them, each carrying a bag of explosives. They stopped beside the dark lord, bowing their heads in respect to their prince. Elika watched silently as they rushed towards the tower, placing manmade explosives around the base. Her uncle dragged her away from the watchtower as she resisted, slamming her back against a large birch tree. She recoiled in fear when he placed his hands over her ears, h

Felix flashed him a grin and asked, “Oh yeah, Mr. Yarde. How did you get to the top of the mountain? Was no one standing guard there?” Kayson replied, “There was, but I defeated them all.” Shaking his head, Felix replied, “Stop messing with me, Mr. Yarde. There was more than one grandmaster-level fighter stationed on top of the mountain.” Kayson said, “I’m telling you the truth… Forget about it. You won’t believe me anyway.” ‘Of course I won’t. How am I supposed to believe something like that?’ Kayson said, “I’m going back to Skyspring. What about you?”

Zack’s POV I furrowed my brow, my confusion briefly overriding my desperation. "The mountain? What does that even mean? It's a rock." "The Silver-Crest house is built upon the bones of a sleeping god," the shaman explained, his voice growing solemn as he pointed to the granite wall behind him. "And the mountain is begging to be alive. It wants a voice, a heart. You, Zack... you can save your father’s life, but only if you make an oath to the mountain. You must promise to always appease it."

While Cammie and Willow are in the kitchen making a pot of coffee and fixing some sandwiches and biscuits to eat, the Sheriff calls Robin into his study so they can talk in confidentiality. Robin is taken aback by all the cloak and dagger, “is everything okay Sheriff?” Sheriff Penser, still tense says in a quiet voice, “still no word on Cammie’s sister, but after some investigation I’ve managed to trace the fancy log cabin Cammie mentioned in her statement back to the ‘Grand Mountain Lodge’, the one up on Denali National Reserve. It’s the lodge all the big city rich folk use for their mountain getaways. From what I can tell, the lodge rents out black trucks with the three pine tree slogan on

James led the way, and soon, George and Stephen arrived at the foot of Azure Cloud Mountain. “The mountain is 700 meters tall,” James explained. “Although it’s not the tallest mountain in Riveria, it’s well known. There are two churches on the mountain. One was built 300 years ago and has been abandoned. Now, it’s just a tourist attraction and a historical landmark. The other was built twenty years ago and is still active. You’ll see worshipers going up the mountain to pray every day. “And that’s not all. There’s also a karst cave on the mountain. Once you pass through the cave, you’ll find another sight known as the Divine Palm.”

And then one thought came through clearly above everything else. Nobody knows I am here. Her phone was off. She had switched it off herself. There was a man the world called the War God. It wasn't just a nickname; it was a name earned through years of hard battles. His skills in a fight and his inner strength were beyond anything most people could imagine. His name was so well-known and so feared that just hearing it was often enough to end a conflict before it even started. Alexander Kane. He was thirty years old and stood six feet seven inches tall. He was built like someone who had spent his life doing things that required both great power and careful precision. He had short black hair an

People could also turn the floating mountains into array eyes or defensive centers of the tactical deployments, making the tactical deployments in their sects more three-dimensional and perfect. The most famous floating mountain was the Colossus God Mountain in the capital of God's Palace. It was known as the largest floating mountain on the entire continent. It was said that it was tens of thousands of meters wide. It was driven by the Spiritual Qi underground in the Divine Capital and floated high above the Ninth Heaven. Under the operation of the God's Palace for thousands of years, the Colossus God Mountain had become a mobile fortress. It was known as the sturdiest and safest place on t

Crane stated. “Belizibub? What is that?” Valerie asked. “Belizibub is one of the largest mountains and I can tell you that it will take you seven days to get to that place. The mountain is guarded by the GAME MASTER; the very notorious demi-god who loves playing games with mortals” Valerie wasn’t sure about this new found journey she was about to embark on. Her thoughts were suddenly drawn to the fact that the rogues weren’t with her. “I used to have this group of friends who we journey together, when Leo cast this spell on me, I didn’t seem to know what become of them. I wish they are here with me” Crane approached her and held her hands.

"Reveal to me the path to final mastery." The air trembles. The candles flare wildly and then the shadows part. A vision unfolds before me; a monstrous creature, terrible and eternal, bound beneath the surface of the world, buried for centuries. It writhed in its slumber, murmuring for release. A smile spread across my face. If I free it, if I became its vessel… I would no longer be an ordinary wolf. I would be a god. I rise from the altar, my heart racing in my chest. The whispers had grown louder, a chorus of voices promising me anything.