Mountains Beyond Mountains Novels & Stories

The atmosphere in the penthouse thickens, heavy with the scent of pine and rain—the unmistakable musk of an Alpha who has spent too much time in the wild. Lyon’s reaction is visceral; the strategist's composed facade has more than just cracked. Whether he is prepared to voice it or not, Adrian knows his revelation—the raw truth of his past—has struck a chord deeper than any media headline ever could.

The Walking Mountain BOOOOOOM! The mountain took another step. The entire world shook. Trees collapsed. Cliffs cracked. Rocks rolled down the mountainsides. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Because mountains weren't supposed to walk. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Ava pointed at the approaching giant mass. Then: "I officially quit." Pause. Then: "Find another High Heir." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then Rowan looked at her.

Because they had seen what was beyond the gate. And they wanted no part of it. A deep laugh rolled out from the darkness. The sound made the mountains tremble. Not cruel. Not angry. Amused. As if the fleeing armies were insects scrambling away from an approaching storm. The giant eye beyond the gate closed briefly. Almost like someone bracing for impact. Then it spoke. "You should have remained asleep." The darkness answered. "I tried." The voice seemed to come from everywhere at once. From the sky. From the mountains.

I feel like we’re all holding our breaths and silently praying they give up soon, as we carry on forward at breakneck speed and Meadow stays with her eyes glued to the road and her foot pressed hard on the gas. “Thinner means it’s maybe not going to be much longer, right?” Carmen breaks the tense silence and leans forward as though she is peering outside to try and see any kind of end to the smog and I sigh listlessly. “I don’t know. The mountain is miles to the north, and it reached there. So if it does thin we have miles of it yet.” I point out in deflation and rest my head against the frame of the window, peering out into endless mist for miles.

The mountain straights, once shrouded in mystery, now beckoned with a clarity that resonated with purpose. And so, under the watchful gaze of the moon and the ageless sentinel of the mountain ash, Morekish embarked on a journey that transcended the boundaries of his known world—a journey that would weave his destiny into the cosmic tapestry and illuminate the untold chapters of the mountain pack's legacy.

Hey readers I know I'm not giving proper updates to this book. I am extremely sorry about it. I have been quite busy because of my studies, and I have to wrap up my other story, "Love Me Again." The story has few chapters left, and then I'll continue another book in it with the story of next generation. So, I am focusing more on it as it's about to end. Soon, I'll come up with new chapters for Beyond The Time.

Just then, the aircraft's AI system spoke up, "Sir, the predictive danger analysis shows threat levels exceeding maximum parameters. It's extremely dangerous. I advise you to turn back." "Display the visuals," Gideon commanded. The screen flickered, revealing the outside scene. It showed a desert—vast and endless, with yellow sand swirling through the air. Gideon remembered what Edric had told him. He had to cross the snow mountains, traverse the endless desert, and wade through the quicksand river to reach the black mountain range. Mount Immortal was within there. He had crossed the snowy peaks, which he guessed were Kitherglen. Now, he had entered the second uninhabited zone—the endless de

" I insisted he leave. Twenty years ago, I let everything go. It was all over. I moved forward, and I hoped Edward would too. However, he didn't leave. Just as he was about to speak, alarms sounded from the next ward, and medical staff rushed in. I jolted upright, grabbing his hand. "Help me over there!" My partner was being resuscitated again. This was already the third time. He had to make it this time. I stood outside, waiting anxiously. I had seen scenes like this too many times, but this time felt different. Edward tried to comfort me. "It's okay. This is the best hospital. The doctors are top-tier. I believe he'll pull through."

“How do you know about my family?” He tilted his head, watching me with what looked like amusement. “I know a lot of things, Lillia. Including this: your life as it is now… it’s crushing you. One shift at a time. One unpaid bill at a time. One night spent listening to your mother’s cough at a time.” My chest tightened. “Stop.” But he pressed on. “What if I told you there was another life?” he said. “One where your siblings never go hungry. One where your mother’s surgery is fully paid for. One where you don’t have to fight every single day just to breathe.”

", replied the 1st mountain. Mane looked at the mountains. He felt as though the 1st three mountains had higher statuses than the others- a though they were the rulers of this space. For when they spoke, the other mountains went quiet. "What are your names"? It was the 2nd mountain that spoke this time, "That is for us to know and for you to find out. We will each tell you a riddle. When you understand the riddle, you will know that mountain's name, and you will understand that mountain, live the life of that mountain and be that mountain". Mane looked at the 1st mountain and said, "Are you really mountains". "You know the answer to that question don't you my dear boy". Mane smiled at the an