The Mountain Is You Novels & Stories

" After reciting the prayer the choir brought a song by Lynda Randle called God On The Mountain . "Verse 1 Life is easy when you're up on the mountain And you've got peace of mind like you've never known But when things change and you're down in the valley Don't lose faith, for you're never alone And the God on the mountain is still God in the valley When things go wrong, he'll make them right Chorus And the God of the good times is still God in the bad times The God of the day is still God in the night Verse 2 We talk of faith when we're up on the mountain

And in the moment Myra doesn't have it in her to form a conversation with Draven after last night's humiliation, as he’d hoped no one noticed the limp in her steps. Her eyes turned upwards to the mighty mountain that neared with each step they took and had her intrigued. “Why the mountain anyways? What makes it special is that it shortens the journey.” ”It's old magic; the roads under the mountains change every day, so there is. A close opening to when you can use it, and Myra blinks back his words to understand. This was insane; everything about the shifter was beyond her years of study. “And spill it. I know for a reason you weren’t just making small talk with me. What happened between you

(Isabella’s POV) Nobody moved. Not because we didn’t want to. Because we couldn’t. That heartbeat had done something to the air itself. The cavern felt heavier. Thicker. Like the mountain was holding its breath. BOOM. The sound came again. Slow. Massive. Alive. Ash was the first to break the silence. “I hate this mountain.” For some reason, that almost made me laugh. Almost. The tension was so unbearable that a tiny part of me wanted to laugh just to prove I still could.

“And even if I did, I wouldn’t do anything for you, let alone murdering thousands.” I turned away before the figure could speak again, but this time, there was nowhere to go but down. A cliff made of bones and blood and limbs jutted out from the mountainside. My foot dangled over the edge, just as it had when I’d nearly leapt after Natalia, but this time, there was no snow beneath me. Only blood. Thick, red blood. The blood of billions washing against the base of the mountain like an ocean. “Accept it,” the voice whispered. “Accept your destiny. Become what you were always meant to be. Take the leap of faith—and go.”

The Walking Mountain BOOOOOOM! The mountain took another step. The entire world shook. Trees collapsed. Cliffs cracked. Rocks rolled down the mountainsides. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Because mountains weren't supposed to walk. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Ava pointed at the approaching giant mass. Then: "I officially quit." Pause. Then: "Find another High Heir." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then Rowan looked at her.

The mountain breathes out. And Duskbane waits.

Silently quoting Raymond’s words to myself: Just love her, Show up, Learn as you go. I swallowed hard. Because now? The mountain didn’t just have wings. It had vibrant colors. It was full of promise—and a few terrifying steep slopes. And in the middle of all that, was our little life waiting to start.

The blue light pulsed once, strong, like a heartbeat answering another heartbeat. I stood up. Above me, the mountain was quiet. For the last time. ~~~