Mountain Series Novels & Stories

They used Miracle to help that bastard cousin of mine. They know that I was with Andrel that time, yet they still go with their plans even though they know that I could also die. And in the end, they also protect Conrad by sending him to the mountain so the Henan Clan couldn’t reach him. With all of this information, backed up with the evidence that Hector helped me acquire, I have a solid case against them. And I am free from them, away from their wealth, reputation, influence, and sins. I am now just Clea Mair.

A little unsure where we’re going but I think for the third time we’re going down Buttermilk Mountain. This area offers 3 major skiing mountains: Aspen Mountain with its steep and smaller slopes. Buttermilk Mountain with lots of slopes and lots of paths. Snowmass Mountain which is the highest and therefore most versatile. “Oh my god. I am all skied out for today.” I said. Ugetsu kneeled in front of me to help me struggle out of my ski boots. The struggle is real. “So glad I got these goggles.” Ugetsu says. “At one point up on the mountain, it was so foggy I could barely see where I was actually skiing. Couldn’t see snow texture and slope gradient.”

"Where's your family? There are some things I need to discuss with them." "I don't have any family. Please, just give it to me straight." The doctor hesitated for a moment before admitting, "Several of your internal organs are severely ruptured and displaced. Your kidneys, in particular... I'm afraid things don't look good." I wanted to smile, but I couldn't even move the corners of my mouth. I had forgotten that after enduring countless bouts of high fever in that isolated, godforsaken mountain, my face had already become partially paralyzed.

author pov The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbeque of the summer next to the lake and waterfall on their land. The waterfall is one of the attractions of the Snow Moon pack land. It is as tall as Mt. Everest with several shelves up and down the sides. Some of the shelves are just low enough to dive from. The water at the bottom is clear and just the right temperature to cool you off on a hot day. The majesty of the water cascading down the mountain and stirring the pool at the bottom is a sight not many people get to witness in a lifetime. The pool has gigantic, large, medium, small and pebble-sized rocks jutting from the shores. There are paths long worn by the animals and humans w

"You're with me, just be sure and stay close." She did as she was told when they exited the elevator. Neither one of them spoke as they turned the corner. Jessica gasped as she saw the people standing in front of the glass window that housed the babies. All of the men wore what she knew to be cuts, and they all wore the patches that she also knew proclaimed them being members of the Heaven Hill MC. It was breathtaking really, to see the group of them standing together. They formed what looked to be a unified front—some women stood interspersed among them, and Jessica couldn't help but wonder what they had to do with the group.

“What are you talking about? Up against this bluff has always been one of the best spots in this stretch of river. When we went diving down there last year, we found at least one of every species in the river.” “I know it. That’s why I’m concerned that I’m not seeing anything now. Right now, I would be happy to have a turtle or snake swim by, but I’m not seeing any of those either,” Mike told him. “What do you think might be causing it?” “I don’t know,” Mike answered. “It could have something to do with our crazy weather earlier this year and at the end of last year.” “This is Missouri. When is our weather ever not crazy? Didn’t you once describe it as having the same stability as a squirrel

"He... he was just eating a protein bar with me five minutes ago. He asked me if I had any extra coffee." "Shut your mouth, Jenks!" Miller snapped, his chest heaving as he stared down at the ruined remains of his colleague. The stark, brutal reality of the mountain's wrath suddenly crashed down on him, washing away the corporate bravado and sterile mission briefings. This wasn't just a standard geological survey gone wrong. The mountain was actively hunting them, and it had just taken its first life with cold, calculated indifference. "Don't look at it! Grab the winch line and tie it off to the winch-truck before the whole platform slides into the abyss!"

CHAPTER 47 POV: Mia The mountain was the first thing. She saw it through the plane window as they descended, massive and flat-topped and entirely itself, sitting above the city with the specific authority of something that had been there long before the city and would be there long after. She put her hand on his arm. He looked at the window. Then at her face. “There it is,” he said quietly. “It’s bigger than I imagined,” she said. “It always is,” he said. “Every time I come back.” He looked at the mountain. “You forget the scale of it between visits. Then you see it and you think right. That’s what I was trying to remember.”

I rise and turn to face Fraser, who’s illuminated by firelight as I walk back inside, putting the edge of oblivion and certain death behind me, at least for a moment. “It’s been a while since I’ve tested it.” He plucks a bottle of dark amber liquid off the fireplace mantle and inspects it. “I know this mountain in particular has thirteen thousand feet of vertical gain from sea level, and as far as I know, that is a sheer drop off to the ground, as long as you don’t hit any jutting rocks or cliffs on the way down.” Thirteen thousand feet. Goddess above. I nod, leaning my shoulder along one of the great quartz pillars holding up the ceiling.

Hoping she crosses over though. “More baby?” she called. Morekish only whispered a reply, his eyes as large as saucers waiting for the big reveal. “The mountain straights”, she began “is the home of the mountain pack. They are…” “Mountain pack? Who are they? Are they those red wolves that always travel in groups with three men carrying their loads? “No, they’re not. The mountain pack has spotted coats.” His mother answered. “Okay, thought they are the red ones, those are always angry and they rarely appear down the mountains.” Morekish sang.