Mountain God Novels & Stories

“I hate them so much.” “I know. I’m not super impressed with them myself, but I don’t know how to kill them. How do you even get to where the gods are?” “Mountains.” “What do you mean?” “You go to the top of a mountain. Every peak has a portal.” “I feel like that should be public knowledge if it’s that simple. Goddess.” Thea took another bite of her waffle, pissed that the moon goddess never mentioned it. “Do you plan on staying up where they are after you kill them?”

He yelled angrily, jumped into the air, and chased Darryl in the direction he was leaving. Dozens of elites followed. … At the Godly Region… A mountain range in the northwest corner of the Godly Region was shrouded in thick mists all year. It was known as the Faux Mountain. Its location was rather unusual. The Godly Region was located on the mountainside, and it was filled with the wise spiritual energy of heaven and earth, as well as breathtaking scenery. The other side was a never-ending chaotic void. Thunder and lightning would rage all year, with the occasional occurrence of void turbulence.

My blades sink into the soft, crumbling stone, sending sharp vibrations down my tired arms. I grope for my footing while watching the goat, only twenty feet above me now, still munching on moss and oblivious to the threat directly below him. He’s large, a pure, soft white. He’s maybe a few years old judging by the horns that stretch in nearly straight lines from the top of his thick skull. I need him. I want him. I won’t leave without him, even if I have to chase him up the mountain. I send a quick prayer to the Goddess for Her blessing to take this life. I pray to the older, forgotten gods that She answers then make my move.

He is carrying a blue orb and he steps towards the largest mountain, Veneer. He stands at the bottom of Veneer and looks up. The mountain is twinkling mysteriously, its snowy white layers hiding the blood of millions of people. For years, the mountain has been the symbol of power for all creatures because it is where all the gods have been buried. Yes. The gods were defeated in this very mountain and their powers are trapped inside Veneer. Many have tried to gain that power but everyone has failed. They do not have the dedication nor abilities to wield the power of gods. Only he can do that.

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

And so they kept running, following the river as it led them deeper into the wilderness. The sun was setting, and the shadows were growing long. Fionn and Tela were both exhausted, but they knew that they had to keep going. The river was twisting and turning, and they were unsure of where it would lead them. As they rounded a bend, they saw a huge mountain in the distance, its peak shrouded in mist. "That must be the mountain of the gods," Tela said, her eyes wide with awe. "Do you think it's real?" Fionn asked. "Only one way to find out," Tela said. And they kept running, their hearts filled with hope. The moon was rising, and the forest was filled with the sounds of nocturnal creatures. Fi

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

“You know, you are the white jade, the snow mountain gave birth to you, and the sun and the moon gave you your soul. Over millions of years, he acquired a soul and life and eventually transformed into this body. When he saw all the changes in mankind, he resolved to become a god to help them. Through thousands of years of training, he had a great change and finally became a god. At that time, he thought that he would have extraordinary strength, not only having a life free of worries and suffering but also being able to change the miserable fate of mankind. But after becoming a powerful god, he knew he was wrong… Human fate is determined by them, god also has no right to change, the only thi

He winked down at me, “Our kind always did like Kasar.” The God’s aura called to something wild in me. I wanted to run—not to flee from him—but to bask in the beauty of nature and all its creatures. There were hills to roam and mountains to climb, trees to sleep beneath during the peak of the day, and lakes to explore in the cool of night. Kasar, God of Beasts, stared me down past his sharp nose, leaving me to wallow in tense silence before breaking into a grin both beautiful and wild. “Well, if it isn’t the mortal who caused such a fuss in the city. You know, those poachers are actively searching for your head.”

The Conclave was held in a place that didn't exist on any human map. We traveled for two days. First by car through winding mountain roads, then on foot through a pass that seemed to appear only when the moonlight hit the stones at a certain angle. Fenra and three of her strongest wolves accompanied us—silent, watchful, their golden eyes scanning the shadows for threats that never materialized but always felt present. Kael walked beside me. He hadn't spoken much since we left Fenrir territory. His silence wasn't cold—it was focused. The silence of a man preparing for war.