Shelter Mountain Novels & Stories

“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.

They were all wearing helmets, but she could swear Logan was laughing at her all the while. In about an hour and a half, Stone Mountain came into view. A beautiful lake surrounded the peak, and then she saw the house where they were heading to. It was an enormous mansion, sprawled against one side of the mountain. Before she realized it, the helicopter was losing altitude and she felt like she was losing her sanity. It took all the strength she had not to scream as the helicopter descended and gracefully stopped on the roof that served as a helipad.

The common room was jammed and noisy because there was a party in full swing, Joy peered slowly around it, saying excuse me, pushing her way into their room followed by Sunshine. She accessed the door and walked in only to find that these round-shaped intangible shields were formed as a result of blood-marking with spells, row after row, they were like the traditional Mongolian herdsman’s yurts. Joy went to her little base, it was scalable and just looked like her bedroom at home, the same closet, stuttered window, and beautiful table lamp equipped with two aluminum zip-fasteners. From her bedroom window she looked out on a crowded vista of hills and a roof garden, this was where she felt sa

On it, there was an area of warmth, I will regroup with whoever was there and I will formulate a plan to leave this hell. As I began to move, I heard a voice begin to talk. I looked up and narrowed my eyes, I couldn't see it but I knew there had to be something used to monitor us up there, a drone maybe I could feel it. I kept on walking as I listened to the voice, I had no time to waste. “Attention all participants…” “At the top of this mountain, there is a warehouse that holds supplies and coats that will enable you to come out of the mountain. Get to it and get out of this mountain in 48 hours. Failure to do this will lead to disqualification in the best case scenario….”

The Rocky Mountain bunker required the most work. Silver Creek was beautiful and isolated, but it was also ancient, decaying, and structurally compromised in several critical areas. Clara had hired a separate construction crew—one that didn't know about Blackwood Mountain, one that was paid strictly in cash and asked no questions.

The cave at the base of the Great Peak was more than just a geographic shelter; it was a scar in the fabric of reality. We had found it while scouting for a defensible camp, a deep fissure in the granite that seemed to breathe a cool, steady draft of air from the heart of the mountain. We moved deeper into the dark, our torches casting long, flickering shadows against walls that had never seen the light of a fire.

However, today, she was left sorely disappointed. They had reached the Great Divine Mountain in the morning; they had found the Minsk Mountain that the lightless Air Temple had made their headquarters in a few hours ago. It was a tall snow-covered mountain that looked like a 2,400-meter tall stalagmite with sharp cliffs and edges. Seeing these conditions, Xasha knew that Golden Peacocks were definitely living here. A team had already left in the morning to hunt them down.