Mountains Beyond Mountains Novels & Stories

he asked. “No. Of wanting more.” He leaned back thoughtfully. “Wanting more is how we grow. It’s not exhaustion. It’s hunger.” She smiled. “You make ambition sound romantic.” He leaned forward, lowering his voice. “With the right person, it is.” The second adventure was unplanned entirely. A week after the race, Mia had endured an exhausting day of negotiations. By evening, she felt the old weight pressing at her shoulders — expectations, responsibilities, the endless hum of leadership.

The world before me is too beautiful for me to comprehend and put into words. Mountains surround an enormous valley, totally untouched and tainted by the corruption of the outside world. Their towering peaks form a protective natural wall that disappears into drifting clouds. Waterfalls spill from impossible heights feeding rivers that are so clear and shimmery that it feels like I'm looking into liquid crystal.

"That is enough blood for today. If Your Highness has no other business, I will take Eli back to rest." The moment he finished, Mother caught his cold fingertips. Her voice trembled. "So now you won't even call me Seraphina? "Gideon, why are you so different after coming back? Are you still angry with me because of Adrian's illness?" Mother stared into Father's eyes for a long time. Those eyes were calm, empty, and utterly unmoved. At last, she let go and nodded tiredly. "Fine. Fine. You won't have to bleed for Adrian anymore. I will spend whatever it takes to find another remedy.

"For sometime, everything was blank. Just blank. Literally felt life less. It was like this for a while. This was until I began to see myself in a dark room. It was terrible at first, as I kept having nightmares about the accident. And some other stuffs I barely recall. God, it felt like hell. Reliving that terrible event every minute of the day. I wanted to run mad. Just went I thought I was at the verge of losing it, it suddenly just. . . stopped. I stopped having those nightmares and started hearing voices. I am pretty sure that deep husky voice was Nicolás'." He chortled. "I did not feel lonely anymore. You know, it felt like they were with me. My family. It was not dark anymore. Just pl

He persisted. I saw everyone looking at me. I was delaying the progress. I quickly took a deep breath and said firmly, "I'm fine! Let's go!" Then I walked ahead quickly, and Atlas had to hold my hand again and pull me forward. When we finally reached the top, everyone came to a stop. I took a seat on the ground. Everyone clambered over to the brink, peering down. It emerged that there was a rather sizable stronghold inside a sizable mountain basin encircled by mountains on all sides and a single outlet.

He knows these woods like the back of his hand, and it shows. When we step into a clearing, I'm thankful there are no animals nearby, because I gasp. THe view is beautiful. THe mountains rise up above the tree line topped in snow. It's the most breathtaking sight I've ever seen in person. Axel looks at me first with concern to make sure I'm alright, and then with delight. "I thought views like this only existed on postcards or in magazines," I say in awe, as I look around. If only I had a way to capture this in a photograph or painting, yet , I know I'd never do it justice.

"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.

he asked. I stood up and wrapped him in a quick, careful hug. "Be safe," he murmured close to my ear. "You too." We turned away from each other and walked off in opposite directions. After my divorce, I treated myself to a trip to Parienne, a place I had always dreamed of visiting. As I stood by the Seraniel River, watching the sun dip below the horizon, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. No more chains, no more betrayal, no more letdowns—just me.

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.

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