The Dyatlov Pass Mystery Novels & Stories

The mountain pass was a narrow, zigzag of black rock and white ice. It was the only way into the valley if you wanted to avoid the main roads. High above, hidden among the frozen pines, Killian and Leo watched through thermal goggles. “They’re late,” Killian whispered. His breath came out in a thick white cloud. He was holding a remote detonator in his gloved hand.

The seconds ticked by like hours as she waited for something to happen. The section of the wall slid open with a soft creak, revealing a narrow passageway that seemed to stretch on forever. Emma's heart skipped a beat as she hesitated. Was this her chance to escape, or was it a trap? She took a deep breath, the cool air filling her lungs, and stepped into the passageway. The darkness enveloped her like a shroud, making her feel like she was being swallowed whole.

Dalton replied. Tyr froze on the spot. He felt all of this was way too bizarre. “Well… Gramps, I saw my mom at the snowy mountains. Her grave was also ransacked back then, could it be…?” Both Tyr and Dalton came up with a horrifying possibility. Dalton took a deep breath and said, “This is just too strange. Tyr, leave this matter to me to investigate. You also mentioned that those people are not that simple. To prevent accidents, before I inform you of anything, just keep this matter a secret and pretend that nothing happened.”

Callum ended his Daviot story. "Woah! Creepy and scary... But you don't think it's true right?" Helena said wishing it was not true." "C'mon Helena, it's just a scary story made up to scare kids like he said." Larry said trying to calm Helena as he noticed she was getting a bit agitated and worried. "Guys, it is believed by the Indians and some religious group that Daviot or Victor Daviot rather is responsible for the disappearance of all the people that have gone missing along Locke road." Emma said scaring Helena the more.

I have to get closer to his body, maybe used his hand to block the wind. I cried as I did, especially since Ryan's eyes were still open, staring right into my soul. "Don't give me that look." I pushed at his head, causing it to make a cracking sound. And again I throw up. I looked at him; I don't know what I was feeling then. ‘Do spirits really haunt people?’ ‘Daddy won't like this if anyone ever found out I killed someone.’ The smell of burning flesh almost killed me. I lost everything from my stomach at that, and even when it was empty, I was still throwing up.

Inside the car, Susan looked at the road that gradually left the city behind, giving way to increasingly wild and untouched landscapes. Dmitry kept one hand over hers, as if, even while driving, he didn’t want to let her go. “Where exactly is this place?” she asked, her voice curious mixed with the cold that was beginning to invade the car. Dmitry exchanged a look with Alexei, sitting in the back seat. “The Valley of Zimorodok,” Dmitry replied, with that discreet reverence he reserved only for important things. “It’s hidden in the depths of Eastern Siberia, surrounded by mountains that no longer even appear on maps. Only the Alphas and the Elders know the exact path.”

This was a decapitation strike. "The scent is faint, but it’s here," Dmitry muttered, his voice muffled by his mask. He knelt, brushing away a fresh layer of snow to reveal the frozen, heavy track of an iron-rimmed wheel. "Ivan’s transport wagon passed through here less than twelve hours ago. They’re heading toward the Black Needle."

I press two fingers to his carotid. Nothing. I wait. Still nothing. I close my eyes. The weight I have carried for nine months, no, longer, slides off my shoulders and crashes to the floor. He is gone. My nightmare is over. I unchain the body myself. It falls with a wet thud. Dante is waiting outside with a jerry can of aviation fuel. We carry what’s left of Gavriil Starovetsky up to the courtyard. A bonfire has already been built, old furniture, documents, photographs, anything that ever bore his name.

The baby seemed to sense the danger, kicking wildly in a frenzy of survival instinct, as if trying to tear right through my skin to escape. Blood rushed to my head as we dangled upside down, suffocating me. I flailed my hands weakly. "Pull me up... Quick... I'm dying..." The staff on the platform must have seen that something was wrong. A megaphone crackled above us. "What's happening? Is the tourist in distress?" Sweat and tears blurred my vision. I tried to summon the breath to answer, to beg for my life, but Lily screamed over me, her voice echoing off the canyon walls:

Although Darleen Pass seemed to be right in front of them, it was still far away in reality. Boom! At that moment, a loud noise rang out. The off-road vehicle’s tire had burst. The vehicle shook violently, skidding for hundreds of meters before crashing heavily into a large rock on the side. Fortunately, Halle and Andrius had already gotten out of the car. “This fog...” Halle frowned deeply as she touched the fog. “There’s something wrong with it.” “You’re right.” Andrius narrowed his eyes, looking in the direction of Darleen Pass, and said in a heavy tone, “If I’m not mistaken, this is the work of poison masters from Yenico.”