Shelter Mountain Novels & Stories

Memories of the long, cold years they've spent protecting this mountain and the surrounding land flood his mind, eliciting a slight shiver. He continues to gaze at the mountain in silence, piquing Princess Lana's curiosity even further. Unable to contain her questioning, she finally asks, “What's so special about this mountain?” Damon's gaze shifts from the mountain to Lana, his expression stoic. After a moment of contemplation, he starts to speak, “Shrouded Peaks is not just a mountain. It’s the back passage to the vampire kingdom. They discovered this path decades ago, and since then, we’ve been having territorial battles with them.”

And this made Robah so grateful for the two heroes. Andrew felt humbled by the beautiful white terrain. Everyone looked across the grey expanse in silence. The snow-covered dome of the North Mountain stood about ten thousand feet, the highest peak in the region between the North and the South. Behind them was the Devil's Forest. The mountain range included a dozen other cliff heads along the highlands. It looked like a fortress wall of rock with white-mounted lookout shafts. The vast lake scatters sparklingly to the west on the far horizon. Robah's soul moved deep within him, knowing that on the far side of Devil's Forest lay the valley of ferals that no one dared approach. This would be the

Beneath a celestial quilt of twinkling stars, Jeremy and Alexandra found themselves enveloped within the cocoon of a shared bedroll. Their makeshift home was nestled against a massive, stoic boulder in the heart of a hidden meadow. The meadow was a hidden gem, a sanctuary of raw beauty and tranquility, surrounded by towering mountain peaks that wore crowns of gleaming snow even in the summer months. The flickering glow of their campfire danced against the boulder, casting shadows and light in a mesmerizing rhythm that hinted at the rhythm of their hearts.

The Snow Mountains had always been a place where few dared to travel. Jagged peaks cut into the sky like ancient blades. Snowstorms swept across the valleys without warning, swallowing entire paths within minutes. Even the strongest wolves avoided the region unless absolutely necessary. That was exactly why Kaleb Wilder had chosen it. Hidden deep within one of the mountain’s narrow passes stood a small wooden cabin, half-buried beneath layers of snow. Smoke curled weakly from the chimney as the fire inside struggled against the bitter winter winds.

Something I found out when I climbed that damn mountain and fell in after her. “You know, if you have questions, you can come to me. I won’t hide anything from you….. If you wanted to see it, I would have taken you with your Father so we could protect you. We just want to shelter you from the horrors of the past and the dangers that we once lived with. You girls should be looking forward to a happy life where none of those concerns will ever affect you. We live in peaceful times now. That mountain holds nothing but sad memories of a time that we’ll never see again. Of the many we lost that still linger in our hearts. We closed it off to make it a sacred resting place for the ones who fell.”

She gasped and shuddered in fear when she heard the sound of the impact and saw the massive dent my fist made into the locker. "I don't know what you think you know Alina but you're way in over your head so I suggest you shut the fuck up." "I know you're not what you want people to believe you are and I'll tell you one last secret, Zion Collins," She got to her feet again, her eyes coming to life as a burst of confidence overcame her, "Neither am I. He's right you know..." "Who's right?" I barked. There was a ghost smile on her lips as she said, "Your parents have sheltered you."

"I told you—I'll protect you until my last breath. That means I keep moving until I can't." "Stellan—" "Lyra." His voice softened. "We're not safe here. Ronan won't stop. He'll send more hunters, more wolves. He'll burn every inch of this mountain if he has to." He reached for my hand. "We need to find shelter. Somewhere we can hide, recover, plan." I looked at Maeve. She nodded slowly. "He's right. There are old hunter's cabins in these mountains. Abandoned, but maybe still standing. If we can reach one before nightfall..."

Squinting, I strain my eyes for a place we can shelter in, and smile when I see a marker near a tree in front of me. It’s similar to the markers used during the relay race the Seniors made us do a while back. I step toward it, knowing from the survival courses Alex taught that Umbra Hunters have several bad weather shacks near the mountain just in case one of them needed to take shelter during patrol. I haven’t seen one of them, so I keep my eyes peeled for something resembling some kind of shelter. “We will what?” I ask as I tug Valen along with me. Warmth is still present in my chest and belly, but my limbs are quickly becoming numb, and I look up into the cloudless sky, cursing the stars

Corbett assigned Jackson, his Beta, and Bran, one of the best warriors in the pack to come along with Aron, Craig, and Ember to the Black Mountain. Ember was debriefed by Corbett on what kind of bandits that they might encounter in that infamous mountain. “That mountain is located at the very end point of the Ruka Mountain range. It’s in the north part, which means it’s heavily covered with ice and the temperature is not that pleasant. You need proper clothing if you wish to survive up there.”

It was beautifully detailed, showing the river, the forests, and the mountains beyond. "Here," he said, pointing to a spot deep in the mountains, far from any known path or settlement. "It's a high valley. Sheltered. There's a hot spring. The land is rich. It's... It's hidden. The mountains themselves seem to hide it. I think it's the one place you could be left alone." He looked at them, his expression earnest. "It's not a home. It's a refuge. But it's a start."