My Side Of The Mountain Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Your beast forms thrive on your weaknesses, hunger being one of them.” I take a single bite, which is usually enough for him. He flips another page. I hear it all. The way he slides his finger over the yellowed parchment. The crackle and snap of the fire burning in the large, brick hearth across the room. The howling wind carrying termination dust off the tallest mountain peak, the first snow of the season. Winter is not far off. Here, in the high mountains, it has already arrived. It’s too much. The silence is just… too fucking much.

“I really can’t believe I’m inside the novel I’d written. All of this doesn’t seem to be sinking in my mind yet and I’m having a hard time accepting it. What will happen now? Everything from this point onwards will be a whole lot new experience.” “Aargh, but before that” stomach grumbles- “I should probably head back now and make dinner, I’ve been here for a couple of hours now, is it still dark back at the house?” Standing at the highest peak on the mountain, his eyes grew bright as he sees the beautiful scenery in front of him.

“We would have given no second thoughts if it was that simple. This is all that we, the Mountain Men, have to offer you. Now, return her to the dark room. Regina Donovan, my morning, I assure you, you will find yourself out in the open again and you’d be free to return home. I wish we could do something about your situation but I do hope that knowing the truth about it could give you some peace.” I scoffed as I turned away as some of the men approached me to begin to guide me back into the dark room. Then suddenly, the last thing I had expected took place. There was a thundering sound, like that of a bomb and the very core of the mountain shook. I froze and so did the other Mountain Men. It

So, this became my focus as I encountered every trial I faced on each mountain. By the time I reached the foot of the mountain, the world had cooled. My feet throbbed with every step, but Jasmine kept me moving. The ground changed beneath me, from rough stone to damp earth, and I knew another climb awaited me. The sixteenth and seventeenth mountains had drained me, tested me in ways that cut bone-deep. Yet now, as I lifted my face to the breeze and listened, I could hear thin whispers, curling sounds that seemed to ride on the wind.

​The response from the planet was not a mechanical activation; it was a slow, tectonic waking. As Leo and Liam pressed their glowing, golden palms into the frozen, jagged granite of the cliffside, the mountain didn’t just shake—it exhaled. A low, subterranean groan vibrated through the soles of my boots, a sound that felt like the planet’s very ribcage settling into place. The "Living Fortress" we had spent months painstakingly carving with fire and sweat was no longer just a collection of cold tunnels and silent stone; it had become a nervous system. We were no longer living in the mountain; we were living on a god that was finally opening its eyes.

She tried to turn the next pages but it ends there, the other pages are empty. “What Is Merfoy doing in that mountain,” she asked. She quickly closes the book and returns it to the shelf. She ran outside and close the door as she quickly hopped in her horse. “The forbidden mountain of Filli, I know a shortcut from here. I had no choice but to get there,” she said as she stared at the other side where she can see the view of the river and the mountain covered in dark green leaves of the tall trees. She sigh gathering all the courage she had as she immediately get going in the opposite direction.

“The water. It’s a C-sharp, Anya. Listen.” I knelt beside him on the damp bank, the cold seeping through my jeans. I listened hard to the bubbling, chaotic rush—splashes, gurgles, the constant movement over stones. “I don’t hear a note,” I admitted. “I just hear water. Loud, messy water.” “It’s there,” he insisted softly. “Under the splash. A constant, low C-sharp. It’s the frequency of the mountain. The way the rocks shape the sound. The way the current pushes through.”

Not even birds. At dusk, we reached the scorched ridge where the last eruption had cracked the earth. Lava still ran in thin red rivers along the mountain’s side, glowing against the stormy sky. The heat kissed our skin like the breath of a dragon. We set camp just below the ledge. The knights formed a perimeter while Norma and I began unpacking rations and magical supplies. Damian watched the mountain like a hawk. “You felt it, didn’t you?” I said as I handed him a flask of water. “That the summoning shook this place.”

“It gets lonely on this mountain. Primus is several centuries old. That’s a long time to be alone.” “It looks like he’s managed just fine…” I wave my hands around at the beauty of this secret valley. “Let’s return to your studies,” he picks up a book, trying to change the subject. I groan, my eyes hurt just looking at the thing. It's as thick as my thumb is long. “My eyes hurt enough already,” I whine. “Maybe you need spectacles. I’ll inquire in town next time I…”

The sales department organized a team-building trip and turned it into a killer-instinct trail race, with a $30,000 prize for the winner. I volunteer with a search and rescue team, and I stayed up all night mapping the safest route with supply points along the way. The new VP they had parachuted in tore up my map right before we set out. "What's the fun in a paved trail? We take the undeveloped Wildman Gorge. That's how you show real killer instinct! "To keep anyone from cheating with GPS, everyone hands over their communication devices." I pointed at the thunderheads on the horizon and tried to stop him. Wildman Gorge floods easily, and going in without radios was suicide. Instead, he smash