Mountain Top House Minecraft Novels & Stories

"That house is unreal. It's not your typical cabin in the woods. There's a helipad, a couple of Range Rovers, and floor-to-ceiling windows. It looks like something straight out of Architectural Digest." I followed her gaze and saw it instantly. It wasn't just a house. It was a fortress wrapped in glass. The main building sat at the top of the mountain, sharp-edged and massive, as if someone had dropped a luxury yacht into the forest and left it there. Three smaller buildings surrounded it, each with perfect lawns and landscaping so clean it looked casual at first glance, but you could tell it was anything but. Even from here, the message was clear. This wasn't just wealth. It was control.

Standing on the top of the mountain and looking ahead, she found that the scenery was spectacular. The mountaintop was spacious, and there was a small two-storeyed house made of wood. Even though it was called a small house, it was because the mountain top was too big. The house was two hundred square meters in area. The door was wide open, and someone was chanting scriptures in a low voice and beating wooden fish inside. Elizabeth soon found the tall blessing tree. The tree was in front of a wooden house and near the cliff. Lucky bags were hung on the tree branches, including the short ones, and there were coins that were thrown by people under the tree.

My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight before me. The clearing was surrounded by towering mountains, their jagged peaks cutting into the night sky. The woods hugged the edges of the clearing, their dark silhouettes framing the scene like a painting. In the center stood a house no, not just a house, unlike any I had ever seen. It was made entirely of wood, the logs weathered and worn but still sturdy and strong. The roof was sloped, covered in moss that glowed faintly in the moonlight. The windows were large and inviting, their panes reflecting the soft light from inside. The entire place had an air of timelessness, as if it had been there for centuries, standing strong against

I had always had a lot more freedom than he’d ever enjoyed. Except with females. Speaking of females, Natalie was having a little chat with Cara, so I grabbed the bags Rig had gotten from the back and carried them up the front stairs and into the house, barely seeing the grand entryway—windows flanking the tall door, all the natural wood inside. It was a two-storied house in thick siding with dormer windows and tiled roof—to keep off the winter cold and summer heat here in the mountains, and to match the main property a few minutes back.

we pull away, but he leaves his one arm over my shoulder, and we head inside. "How is my mother?" He asks as we enter the house. His Beta and Omega stand outside and we enter the house alone. Alpha Winter's house is at the highest mountain in Windazare, and the pack house, or shall I say, pack houses are a few roads down the mountains. The houses are scattered, around the mountains, unlike Aquarius Waters where the houses are close to each other.

By the time he reached his plantation, the storm was fully alive. The house stood solid against it—dark wood and stone, broad eaves sloping low to shed rain, the structure built to breathe with the mountain rather than fight it. Wide verandas wrapped around the home, their floors slick with mist. Large shuttered windows glowed faintly from within, warm light pressing back against the dark. It was a Monteverde house—practical, old in spirit and in age. Influenced by the region’s agricultural past, built for coffee land and cloud forest alike. No excess. No ornamentation without purpose.

Nick asked me in the tiniest whisper. I shook my head then followed him along the treeline as we scoped the place out. It was about four or five stories tall depending on which way you looked at it since the land was at a deep slope. It was like building a big old house on the side of a mountain, near the top but not quite on it. Nick’s steps were totally silent and my feet stepping on things was all you could hear. That made me pause. I stopped us by pulling lightly on Nick’s hand.

He passes through the ornate gate and takes the gray stone drive down a ways until an enormous structure seems to rise from the ground like a mountain. Their house is breathtaking. It has to be at least four stories tall. It is bigger than the school and the hospital in town put together. It looks like a beautiful mixture of a medieval castle and a modern chrome mansion. The green of the stately garden and the manicured lawn is in stark contrast with the bland coloring of the home, making a brilliant mixture of colors that is lovely. To say I fall in love with the house immediately is an understatement. I am staring at it with such awe that Andras chuckles. “Remember that crack about the hot

she says. “By the temple?” I am suddenly, viscerally, terrified. How did he get that far without anyone noticing? They kept us busy, that's how. They pulled us out of our town, out of hour homes, and distracted us with their little half-assed battle. “No. No. Behind the temple," Mara says "He put it on that peak.” I look past the trees at the high mountain top towering over the Alpha house. That particular part of the mountain is impossible to climb. I have never even dared it. “How the fuck did he get up there?”

The gates opened silently, and then the house came into view. I actually gasped out loud. It wasn’t a house. It was a lodge. A masterpiece of timber and glass rising three stories against the mountains, with wide decks wrapping around every level and windows tall enough to frame entire forests. Smoke curled from a stone chimney, and warm light spilled from what seemed like a hundred windows. Snow blanketed the grounds, broken only by a cleared path to the front doors which were massive. The driver opened my door, and I stepped out into the air so crisp it hurt to breathe. My boots crunched on the snow as I tilted my head back to take it all in.