Mountains Beyond Mountains Novels & Stories

"Do you hear how absurd you sound? Isn't Andrea too delicate for IVF? Or is the mortgage crushing you now? Cruise ship losing its sparkle? You need me as bait to keep him hooked?" The bank's collection calls had clued me in. Steven had been quietly footing their house payments for years. They'd never relinquish such a lucrative catch willingly. Genuine remorse would never be in these self-serving souls. Turning to Steven's ashen face, I said, "Modern medicine is a marvel. Get your issue sorted by pros. I'm no miracle worker." Brent jabbed a finger at me, his chest heaving. Blood drained from his face, and he looked as if he'd collapse in the next second.

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

The crew’s professionalism rivaled that of a special forces unit. She couldn’t help but feel a flicker of doubt. What exactly does Calvin do? In just a few hours, he’d managed to mobilize such a team in M City? Instead of descending immediately, the helicopter took them on a cruise above the mountain peaks. Looking down through the porthole, the endless mountains and winding rivers unfolded like a dreamlike scroll—jade-green ribbons flying across the earth, white torrents tumbling between cliffs. Sunyata sat by the window, gazing at the vast land below and softly murmured, “The multitude…”

“Micah must go to prison!” “He is a r*pist! He must suffer for his crimes!” Their voices rang in my ears, growing louder, more aggressive. I could feel their judgment, their hatred. As I was pushed forward, my eyes locked onto the massive structure in front of me. It was a building I had never seen before. Mandena was such a big city that even I, who was born and raised here, had never been to every corner of it. But this building… I squinted against the glaring sunlight, and my gaze landed on the inscription above the doors: The Supreme Court of The Country of Manderin.