The Man On The Mountain: Book Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes. "We are looking for answers that only we can find in those mountains," I said while shrugging my shoulders. "Good luck with that, kid. Sure, we will let you go. I just hope you won't get killed along your way." the mustache man said, shaking his head while laughing. "Why?" I said, while my eyebrows furrowed together. "Do you still want to go? Tibbertan Mountains is the home of beasts." the blonde man said, smirking.

O N E The scraping branches accidentally touched the man's cold sweat. The man was so consumed with the idea of escaping that he almost did not feel the rock caught in his feet. Even barely heard the crunching and breaking of dead leaves and twigs against his boots. Almost did not see the tall trees rising out of the earth to touch the sky, not even aware of the creaking and groaning sounds they made as they swayed. They were not important to him after all. What he needed to pay attention to was the energy and strength inside his body to escape from his adversaries.

That evening when everyone was trying to get a good night’s sleep, they just could not. All the banging that echoes at the mountains but they are letting it go after all the trauma he undergone and how no one is there to help him with anything. Feeling bad for him as they do not know what the old man is going through alone in that shabby wooden house and when they try to lend him a hand, he always refuses as he does not want to bother anyone. The next day, the rarely seen man is walking downtown with his camera. He is like a new person when he is pointing the lense unto the sky, the road with both species peacefully interacting with each other, and the energetic pups running around freely.

Chapter Fifty-Four – His father died. (Red Mountains) Scott threw down his backpack. He had successfully reached the top of the mountain. He held the bag in his hands and shuffled the remaining way to the gate that was guarded by four heavy bodied men. They were tall and looked like they fed on steroids. They looked down at him consciously. “The girl must have told you we were coming, didn’t she?” he sighed. So much for she’d let them know they’re coming.

I sat in the chair nearest the door because sitting nearest the door felt like the right instinct, and I waited, and the house waited around me, and nobody spoke. Then the front door opened. The man who walked in was tall, not as tall as Damien but close, with lighter colouring and a face that shared certain features with Damien's the way different editions of the same book share a cover. You could see the connection if you were looking for it. The jaw, the set of the eyes, the particular way he held himself like he had grown up being told he was important and then at some point stopped believing it. He was maybe thirty. He was wearing a jacket that had been expensive once and was not anymor

CHAPTER 47 POV: Mia The mountain was the first thing. She saw it through the plane window as they descended, massive and flat-topped and entirely itself, sitting above the city with the specific authority of something that had been there long before the city and would be there long after. She put her hand on his arm. He looked at the window. Then at her face. “There it is,” he said quietly. “It’s bigger than I imagined,” she said. “It always is,” he said. “Every time I come back.” He looked at the mountain. “You forget the scale of it between visits. Then you see it and you think right. That’s what I was trying to remember.”

The twins were exhausted, body and soul strained by politics, vigilance, and the ever-present weight of protecting a kingdom that now revolved around me. They slept quickly. I lay between them, listening to their heartbeats, feeling the steady rhythm of our shared bond. Frynn’s arm was heavy across my waist. Brynn’s breath warmed my neck. I closed my eyes and opened my third eye wide. The dark man was still on the mountain. Still smiling. Still unaware that the vessel he sought was already watching him, measuring him, preparing. Soon, I thought, soon, you’ll learn. And when that day comes…

I fell to the glass floor, gasping as the power vanished, leaving me more alone than I had ever been. "Maya is gone," the masked man said, walking toward me. "The mountain is ours now. And you... You are going to help us build the next world." He gestured to a wall of monitors. On them, I saw the ridge. I saw the shadow dwellers being rounded up by the harvesters. And I saw the violet heart of the mountain beginning to dim, the light fading into a dull, lifeless gray. "You lose," the man whispered. I looked at the blackened scar on my arm. It was still warm. I looked at the man, and for the first time, I didn't feel anger. I felt a cold, predatory clarity.

It was a skin color quite rejected by the majority of the mortal world's Easterners, but longed for by those from the West. He stood with his back straight next to a very large open window. Without curtains to cover the scene, the man could freely stare at the serene scene beyond the window. The room was located on the topmost part of the tall mountain. There was only one mountain in this world, which means he was actually situated at the topmost part of the sacred mountain.

"I will have no choice but to force you to do it," the mountain man said. The mountain man picked me up from the bedroll once Odin indicated that he was done picking up his things. He ordered Odin to stuff clothes on the bedroll and on the floor where he sleeps and cover them with fur. I hit his stiff, coarse back as he flipped me over his shoulder, but it felt like I was hitting a wood as he took me out through the window facing the back. Odin was the first to climb out and wait for us outside the field that led into the woods. I was still struggling with the mountain man to let me down.