The Mountain Is You Novels & Stories

I want to stop but I can't. What the hell is wrong with me?. ✍️ Authoress Ricky ✍️ To be continued... There is fire on the mountain 🌋🌋🌋

'You have a surprise in your phone, check your gallery. I immediately went back to my room and checked my phone. The very first picture caught my attention, it was a picture of me which Aarohi edited and had a caption in bold letters ' You are a monkey'. No doubt I deleted that picture immediately but still, I was not able to control my laugh. Sometimes when I think about her, I wonder how I fell, so in love with her.

Bree and Lana are counting on me to save them. Taking another deep breath, I rise from my perch and continue to walk. I run my tongue over my dry lips, trying to lubricate them. That's when I see a large shadow from a distance. I blink my eyes taking a few steps closer when I see that it's actually a large mountain. It has jagged ridges that stick out menacingly from the top and a large crevice in the middle. The mountain is not connected to the ground, though. Its surrounding area is a drop-off. It looks like a moat, but instead of water, it’s surrounded by small rock needles. It reminds me of the mountain in the movie Lord of the Rings with its foreboding veneer and spooky-looking rock moa

It was a clean smell, a promise of change. Lyra skipped ahead a few steps, then turned to face them, walking backward, her face alight with excitement. “The mountain says it misses us,” she reported. “But it’s happy. It says the valley is singing our song to it. And it says…” She paused, tilting her head as if listening to a voice only she could hear. “It says there are other songs, out there. Other places that have forgotten their music. It says we have to go and listen for them.”

And the Mountain didn't want a Queen. It wanted a sacrifice.

“The water. It’s a C-sharp, Anya. Listen.” I knelt beside him on the damp bank, the cold seeping through my jeans. I listened hard to the bubbling, chaotic rush—splashes, gurgles, the constant movement over stones. “I don’t hear a note,” I admitted. “I just hear water. Loud, messy water.” “It’s there,” he insisted softly. “Under the splash. A constant, low C-sharp. It’s the frequency of the mountain. The way the rocks shape the sound. The way the current pushes through.”

My vision swam—then shifted. --- I was no longer in the room. I stood barefoot on a ledge above the clouds. Snow whipped around me, but I didn’t feel cold. My body was weightless, my limbs still, the wind screaming past my ears like it was trying to speak. I didn't feel real. I wasn't panicked probably another vision. Maybe this one would finally tell me where the fragment is. The mountain before me was massive. It towered into the heavens, its face cracked and jagged like a broken bone, carved by centuries of storms and silence. And there, near the highest point where the cliffs met the sky

Chapter 13 Into the Mountains POV: Adelina McKenna The mountains don’t care who you are. Not your name. Not your title. Not even the blood in your veins. They’ll either break you. Or build you. And sometimes, they do both. Mama Oya woke me before sunrise the next morning, pulling aside the heavy curtain in the den with a sharp snap that made my entire body flinch. “No more sleep,” she said. “You’ve been sleeping your whole life.”

They claimed me with their voices. And the mountain claimed me back.

"Where's your family? There are some things I need to discuss with them." "I don't have any family. Please, just give it to me straight." The doctor hesitated for a moment before admitting, "Several of your internal organs are severely ruptured and displaced. Your kidneys, in particular... I'm afraid things don't look good." I wanted to smile, but I couldn't even move the corners of my mouth. I had forgotten that after enduring countless bouts of high fever in that isolated, godforsaken mountain, my face had already become partially paralyzed.