Mountain Series Novels & Stories

She knew that this was their last chance to save the kingdom, and failure was not an option. The majestic mountain stood tall, its peaks piercing through the sky, as if trying to reach the heavens. The sheer size and grandeur of the mountain were awe-inspiring, and it seemed to be a world unto itself. The slopes were covered in lush greenery and thick forests, teeming with wildlife that called the mountain their home. As one approached the mountain, they would notice the intricate patterns etched into the rock face, carved over centuries by the elements, creating a unique and breathtaking landscape. The air around the mountain was crisp and fresh, with a cool breeze that swept through the va

They love drinking alcohol at night because it is good but they curse it when the morning comes because of the hangover that it gives them. Damn this hangover! I will not drink that much next time! I don’t want to feel this awful again in the morning. I took a deep breath and massaged my temple. But I immediately opened my eyes when I realized that I didn’t remember how I got home. The last thing I remember is when me, Cheya, and Maya were sitting quietly at our table. The twins are leaning on my shoulder and fall asleep while we are waiting for Andrel to come back. I don’t remember anything after that.

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.

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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.

What did they hit us with upstairs? “Oh man,” Trent says. “My jacket’s gone. I loved that thing.” We have bigger problems, we tell him. Hear those footsteps outside? The door crashes open, revealing the Mountain. In his left hand, he holds the largest taser we’ve ever seen. Well, that explains how he put us under. A couple thousand volts to the back of the neck will make anyone feel a bit poorly. The Mountain steps into the room, followed by Big Jim with his cigar tucked into the corner of his mouth. The stogie looks half-smoked, which, if it’s the same one he lit upstairs, means twenty minutes or so have passed since the Mountain fried our circuits.

Mount Hazeaf was a core region of the Hazeaf Universe. It was an incredibly vast mountain range with countless spiritual mountains spanning three million light-years. James looked at the towering mountains ahead and could sense abundant energy coming from them. He exclaimed, “What a wonderful place. As expected of the best district, this mountain range alone is stronger than the Aeternus District.”