Pack Mountain Novels & Stories

Even though they don't know for sure the truth about that. The pack above the clouds is their destination, before entering the snow mountain area. It is said that the residents in the pack above the clouds are more friendly and receive guests like their own brothers. Rhodia remembered, the name of the pack above the clouds is Jatora, a pack located on a high mountain…even from the lowlands…their pack is invisible because the area is covered by clouds. That's why they call the pack a village above the clouds.

She felt free and wild as she ran with the speed that only her kind could achieve, muscles bunching and releasing with joyous abandon. The mountains were large and very high, their peaks still capped with snow despite the approach of summer. They towered like massive black angel wings over Sterling Creek Pack, both protecting and isolating it from the outside world. Emma ran up the mountain tirelessly, determined to see the top, to look out over the territory that was now, reluctantly, her home.

"This is your bag, filled with snacks and water. You'll carry it while we hike. If it gets too heavy, I'll help you." Mason put the backpack on right away, looking up at Damon with confidence. "Daddy, I'm a man too. I can handle it!" Damon couldn't help but smile. "Okay, I believe you." They had chosen a mountain called Mount Trifall, which usually had a fair number of local visitors. However, with the light drizzle today, they were the only ones there. Nyla had never taken Mason hiking before, so he was excited and curious about everything around him.

The reason was simply because the Mountain Volcano Pack was a small pack. All the packs sent their warriors to work at their clan's border office. This world has three werewolf clans. River Pack Clan, Mountain Pack Clan, and Sea Pack Clan. By the middle of this year, the number of large packs had reached 30 packs. They never counted the number of small packs. Many large packs attacked small packs, and other large packs that had no ambition wouldn't interfere. Small packs had to fight with their own strength against the invaders. The Mountain Volcano Pack was a large pack a thousand years ago. The largest mountain in our pack erupted violently. Thousands of people died and many moved to other

East casually said I looked at North who is grinning right now “you guys didn’t tell me that we will be staying here” “then surprise Penny!” West said while struggling in carrying the bags We started our trail and East leads our way “The Pilgrimage cross and the breathe taking view is the main attraction here, Mt. timbak is the place where clouds and land meet” He sounded like a tour guide. He said some few facts about the place and Mt. timbak is a good mountain for starters since the trail is not that hard. I screamed when I slip, but North supported my back. The only problem right now is his face, it is too near! I already can feel his breath on my cheeks

The ride to the cabin was long, or at least, it seemed that way. In truth, I hadn’t been to the Diamond Pack compound in years. But, although we were driving the same path, we weren’t going there today. We passed by the airport and drove on I15 N, away from the city and into the desert. Soon, the bright, neon lights gave way to a desolate wasteland, marred with dismal peaks in the distance. It was a sharp contrast to the sensory overload of the city to which I had become so accustomed to. Soon, we pulled onto US 95 and then onto NV 157. On the right side of the road was an old abandoned buckboard that had been there since the 1800s, a rusted reminder of the barren desert through which we wer

Geeze, I was going to get myself in trouble if I kept making words up and guessing names. The scruffy guy grinned. "Not sexily is the key part of that phrase. We're all packmates, which means we're brothers. Jesse trusts us, but not infinitely. If we hit on you, he'd still try to kill us." So theoretically… I could get myself out of Moon Ridge by kissing his packmates so the wolf attacked them. It wasn't the most ethical plan I'd ever had, but it could save my life from a bunch of werewolves, so I'd roll with it.

She looked uncomfortable as she doesn’t know how to proceed. “Aren’t you tired? Why don’t you sit down? Or do you want to sleep already?” The prospect of sleeping… in his room… she assumed this is his room. She walked towards a chair and sat while facing him. “Where are we? What’s this place?” “Our pack is called Snow Mountain. One side of the territory is protected by a mountainous area. It gets covered in snow during winter.” “Your wolf is white… as white as snow?” Alice couldn’t remember seeing white wolves before. He was the first she’d seen. Of course, she’d seen others earlier. He seemed the whitest, though.

Leon handed each of us an itinerary of what our days in the Dark Storm pack involved and it was packed with so many activities. Yesterday, we went hiking on their highest mountain which had an amazingly beautiful sight underneath it. Neither Redmoon nor Diamond Pack have mountains to explore or climb. Even if they had, it doesn’t seem likely that I would have thought to explore. We ended up at the beach and it was a party through the night. Bonfire appears like it might be my favorite thing starting now.

The gravity of our situation weighed heavily upon my shoulders, and I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before speaking. "Packmates," I began, my voice steady, "I have learned of the location of the Red Fang pack. They have made their territory at the very top of the mountains, opposite our own pack den in the forest." Gasps and murmurs of surprise swept through the room, the realization of our enemy's proximity sinking in. The mountains loomed large and treacherous, their peaks hidden by swirling mists and ancient secrets. It was a challenging journey, one that demanded both physical and mental fortitude.