My Side Of The Mountain Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Christian asks, his voice sounds muffled, like he is behind thick glass. “He is opening his mind to her.” I think that was Imelda, but the voices grow distant and more distorted. I feel like my body is moving, but not. Like when you go down a hill and your guts stay at the top, but your body is at the bottom. There is a deep, overwhelming darkness all around me, and it's disorientating. But then suddenly the darkness lifts and before me I see the almost unearthly beauty of a magnificent mountain range stretching across the horizon. It's majesty is awe-inspiring. The snow-capped peaks of two particularly tall, craggy mountains reach for the sky, long winding bridge paths run between them, con

“Trust me, you will not be facing any of it alone. I have already assigned my strongest warriors exclusively to your protection. No one will touch you without first answering to me. You have my word, Katlyn.” Then his lips curved into another small smile. “Besides, considering how many supernatural worlds you have created inside your novels over the years. I imagine finally experiencing one in person should provide remarkable research material.” I rolled my eyes. “I would have appreciated considerably less life-threatening inspiration instead.” His laughter echoed throughout the cabin. I turned back toward the window once more. The endless mountain range beneath us had finally come completel

He looked surprised. Miriam whispered, "It wasn't supposed to open." Eleanor nodded. "Not yet." A deep metallic groan echoed through the valley. The enormous door shuddered. Then... Slowly... It began to open by itself. The sound reverberated through the mountains. Like the awakening of something that had slept for generations. Samuel stared in disbelief. "No one touched it." The Auditor smiled faintly. "No one needed to." From somewhere inside the mountain... A calm female voice echoed through hidden speakers.

​​FREQUENCY: ALL-BAND REGIONAL. ​Across the foggy three-kilometer line, where thousands of shivering, frostbitten survivors stood staring in absolute awe at the grass growing beneath their boots, the mountain suddenly spoke. ​The sound was not a harsh military siren. It was Vivian’s voice—calm, crystal-clear, and carrying a sovereign, absolute weight that echoed across the muddy basin like thunder.

Would he stand prepared when it matters? Out here, words tear apart before they leave my mouth. That deep hum from the peak drowns everything out. Breath comes slow, like pulling rope through rock. Every inch of me pressed down by what stands above. “Mara,” I croak. Close she moves, head tilted toward my mouth. "Here I am," come the words, soft but clear Somehow I pull together what little power remains. Not my voice speaking, but the mountain's echo through a heart coming apart. In thought, morning appears - light soft on white peaks, that instant when choice arrives.

Liam’s POV** The next morning, the storm that had raged inside the house the previous day was replaced by the warm scent of fresh chai and the faint hum of the valley waking up. Sunlight seeped through the windows, casting delicate, shifting shadows on the wooden floor. Outside, the sweet humming of birds mingled with the rustle of pine trees, creating a melody so gentle it felt like the mountains themselves were singing. For the first time since yesterday, it didn’t feel like the world was about to drift apart.

For a heartbeat, none of us spoke. Serena stumbled back. “Oh, no. No, no—” “Get your pack,” I said. “We move.” But Logan didn’t move. He was staring into the fire again, eyes wide, jaw tight. “Logan!” I grabbed his shoulder. His skin was ice-cold. “Look at me!” He blinked, slow, unfocused. “It’s showing me something.” “What?” He swallowed. “The mountain’s inside out. There’s a light under it. It’s calling to me.”

Rowan’s eyes softened, barely, while Aiden’s jaw clenched as if he wanted to argue but couldn’t. Before any of them could speak again, a sound tore through the haven. A low rumble. A deep, vibrating growl that seemed to rise from the earth itself. Dust rained from the cavern ceiling. The flames in the torches wavered. Rowan’s head snapped toward the passage leading deeper into the mountain. His expression darkened. “They’ve found us.” Evelynn’s stomach dropped. “Already?” “They move faster than I thought,” Rowan muttered, reaching for the blade at his side. He turned to her, his voice sharp and commanding. “Stay here. Both of you.”

Kayson and Penta-sun Doyen walked into the room and said, “Ms. Snow, do you have any food? I’m hungry.” Emma hastily said, “Yes, of course. I’ll heat it for you!” “Thank you so much!” Sadie looked toward Kayson nonchalantly and asked when she noticed the old man following behind him, who looked to be about 60 years old, “Why did you bring a senior with you?” Kayson said, “Ah. He told me he was abandoned on the mountain after being deceived by some young people. I bumped into him on the mountain, and he begged me to take him to the city.”

I make a growling noise as I have always done as a little kid when I don’t get my way then lay down in the back seat and fall asleep. I hear someone shaking me and yelling “Aria wake up, we're here,” over and over. “Please quit shaking me,” I grumble awake. As I open my eyes, I fumble in my purse for my sunglasses. “And could you please dim the light a little bit so it is very bright,” Liam laughs as he hands me a cup of coffee “Well, I can stop shaking you unfortunately my dear I can’t help you with the Arizona sun,” “Wait, what, we're still in Arizona,” I’m so excited that I almost choke on my coffee.