Shelter Mountain Novels & Stories

"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

Grabbing Teri by the waist, he lowered her into it beside him, waiting as Marcus jumped down. Flat against the ground, an insulated mylar shelter lay, staked at the four corners. Squatting, Jim drew them into crouches with him, quickly attaching two domed flexible poles to support the tent’s entrance and a third at the foot to give it shape. Marcus sighed with relief. Even this bit of stone refuge was significant protection, simply by blocking the wind. When Jim lifted the mouth of the bivy, gesturing him inside, he went without hesitation. “Feet first! Try to keep your blanket all the way around you.”

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."

“So what happens if the weather doesn’t give? Hole up here for the night? Wish we could get a damn weather report.” “I tried last night and this morning. Still no reception,” Ritter said. “We’ll only stay here as a last resort. If we can get to a shelter I know—it’s between here and the lean-to—we’ll have plenty of hardwood and better protection against the weather. It’s out of the way by a couple of kilometers, or I would have mentioned it yesterday. It’s not perfect. Because of its location in a narrow gorge, where it is deeply recessed in the rock, the shelter stays damp most of the time. But it’s spacious, has ample ventilation, and is protected from the wind. I used the shelter in the p

Something buried under layers of control and denial. "Give me the address," I murmured. Maddox glanced at me sideways. "Just keep going. I'll tell you when to turn." For the first time in a long while, there wasn’t a cheap motel waiting at the end of the road. No uncomfortable beds or flickering neon lights. This time, we were heading to a real shelter. One of Maddox’s hidden properties. A place he didn’t even want to return to. And that said everything. When we finally stopped in front of a massive property in the mountains, the air felt heavier.

The isolation of the High Shield Outpost was absolute. Located three days' ride north of the main manor, the sanctuary was a fortress cut from the very bone of the mountain, nestled in a hidden hanging valley where the pine trees grew thick and heavy with frozen frost. It was a place designed not for courtly gatherings or military strategies, but for deep, unyielding survival against the elements. Here, the political noise of the new alliance faded into the howling mountain wind, leaving nothing behind but the pristine expanse of the white horizon.

Her family. Him. The thought steadied her. A few seats behind them, Alexander watched quietly. A small smile tugged at his lips. His little sister wasn’t alone anymore. Two hours later… Blackstone Mountain came into view. Aurora’s breath caught. The mountain rose like a giant above the forest. Dark stone. Jagged cliffs. Hidden beneath centuries of untouched wilderness. There was nothing remarkable about it. No signs. No buildings. No roads leading upward. Only silence. Victor stepped from the vehicle.