Novel & Cerita My Side Of The Mountain Audiobook

She said smiling, stroking their heads affectionately. "Let me show you." Little Abbey volunteered and then began to drag the woman toward a bed of sleeping flowers, away from the Snowy part to the Green side of the mountain. Caleb is yet to understand why one mountain is divided into three parts. Fire, Snow, and Green but it made the mountain unique and very beautiful. Even the sun tends to shine only on the Green side of the Mountain, the Fire part is often clouded with dark smoke, and the Snowy part is as bright as the Goddess's wings. Once the little cub began with her magic, Mariana watched intently as the little girl made her spell, hands pushed forward and misty dew-like water began t

Silas, feeling the weight of the moment, whispered, "Today, you'll see a part of me that few ever do, a chapter of my life that’s as raw and unfiltered as the wilderness we're about to venture into." The drive was shrouded in a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the soft hum of the car's engine and the occasional sigh of the wind. As the looming mountains drew nearer, and the gradient of the road shifted, Silas began sharing fragments of his past. "When I was younger, not yet aware of the full weight of my heritage, these mountains were my playground, my classroom. The wilderness taught me resilience, respect, and the humbling realization of being just a small part of something vast and

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.

It sounded so evil and deafening. "I'm your host, your little vessel," the voice laughed evilly, and I swallowed hard. I wanted to run away and fear my face but I find it hard to move away. There's something about this mountain that keeps compelling me. It was as though I had some sort of connection with the mountain even though I have only been there once. I walked around the magnificent mountain trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. I know it's fruitless looking for the person or thing behind the weird voice but I can't help it.

his thumb jabbed in the direction where he had been standing, "unable to move." And then something clicked. "You know what? I think your story is true. There is something on this mountain." He took a deep sniff and his sharp eyes examined our surroundings. "Something is different. It's not... natural. I just don't know if it's good or bad."

Damon, however, suddenly spoke, "There's a sound of water flowing, do you hear it?" The three of them listened with bated breath for a moment. They could actually hear the water flowing. “It should be on the other side of the mountain." The three went over a hill. Suddenly there was a large open vista. A small, crystal clear stream appeared before them. And at the end of the creek was a pool with a constant waterfall trickling down above it. Aurora ran over in a hurry. The creek was crystal clear, and she bowed a handful of water and tasted it.

"The mountain stopped breathing. Why is it so quiet?" I knelt in the ash, my gold-veined arm dragging with a heavy thud. I cupped the back of his head. His hair smelled of ozone and the basement we never truly escaped. "The mountain is waiting, Leo," I rasped, my throat feeling like it had been scoured with shards of flint. "Waiting to see who survives the dawn." I stood up as the wolves began to crest the ridge.

I tear absent from the mountain and don’t see back. With enchantment fueling me, I make great time, shooting over the soil on my blessed messenger wings with a single target in intellect: Map book. Before long the inaccessible inclines of the White Mountains transform into the more commonplace trees and waterways of the Massachusetts wild. It’s inaccessible sufficient that I don’t see anyone on the ground, in spite of the fact that I lean toward not to pay as well near consideration to the ground shooting by, hundreds of feet underneath me.

“Almost there.” Darius spoke. I looked at him seeing him hold onto the grab handle trying not to doze off. Which I didn’t see how that was possible considering there was nothing smooth about the drive up the mountains we were making. I looked around taking in the peaceful and quiet mountain sights that surrounded Darius’s pack’s territory. Nature in its rawest beauty, the way we were always intended to leave before we turned on each other and started fighting like humans. The radio kept sending scratchy interrupted sounds around the car until we lost any reception at all.

We will send the demons back to where they belong, but first we will make them live in the torture we create for them. *** This is the end 😭 but there is more in Book 2, My Devil's side, which is seven years in the future and is the last and final book to this story. I will load it in this book as the next chapter so it all together. Thank you for taking this journey with my characters and I hope you enjoyed. I love all the comments and gems. I truly appreciate the support. I hope to see you in my next book 😚