Three Swedish Mountain Men Novels & Stories

Somewhere in the Scandinavian mountains, the brown bears, elk, gray wolves, wolverines, and lynx all were roaming, some in search of food, some to escape being one. In one of the spread pods, high and up away from the rest, lay a man and woman under the heated blanket, both naked. The woman’s body bore red and blue marks from her neck to her breasts. An agitating red bruise rested on top of her right nipple as a spectator of the times that erect organ suffered in his warm, starving mouth. Her thighs had fingerprints, proof of his mad hunger for his woman.

"Y-Yes, Boss Jan." Damn it! Again? This night has the worst embarrasing moments of mine! "Okay now, grab your luggages or should i say camping bags. Make sure that you brought tents for our hiking, and some snacks too," He declared. "Because it's a three day hiking. Grab your suits now and let's get going." All of us, except Boss Jan takes our luggages out of the van and tuck in on our backs. I grab one of my chocolate bars and eat it. Well, i'm hungry you know?

The mountain air was a sharp contrast to the humid, suffocating weight of Jakarta. As the three figures ascended the narrow goat path, the world below began to dissolve into a tapestry of deep greens and morning mists. Dewangga walked with a steady pace, his body aching but his mind clearer than it had been in years. Behind him, Sarah guided Davian, who moved with a newfound, albeit fragile, determination. They reached a small stone hut perched on a ridge that overlooked a valley so deep the bottom was hidden by clouds. This was the sanctuary Sarah had promised—a place that didn't exist on any map, owned by a man who owed his life to a secret long buried.

"Let's get down the mountain." I reached up. Our fingers touched. His were cold. Mine were cold. Neither of us could feel the difference. "You died," I said. He looked at our hands, locked together through the thin, cold air. "So did you." He pulled me up. The storm had stopped. The mountain was silent. And side by side, two dead climbers began their long walk home. They say seven people went to climb a snow mountain. No one ever came down.

"That might be a good idea. So tell me about your pack." "Well, like I told your friend earlier... It is in Montana near Spotted Bear Mountain." "That is a lot more detail than you gave my friend," I tell him laughing. "Yeah, I guess it is, but I figured we were playing the interrogation game." He says, shrugging his shoulders. "We have around Three hundred pack members. Travis is my Beta, and my best friend Nathan is my Gamma. None of us three were mated until tonight." We both smile at the fact that he is the first of them to find a mate.

However, she knew it was impossible to escape when she found Kristoff smiling behind them. "Let's make a move when the time comes," she replied. All she could do was to pray for a chance to escape. "Come on, guys. Stop drinking. Look who I found for you. You haven't seen such beauties before, have you?" Manny didn't seem affected by his injury anymore as he sleazily addressed the three men. The three men, who were in a stupor from drinking, looked up. They gaped and nearly salivated at the sight of the two women.

His eyes were glossed over so she knew he was communicating with someone. “We’ve located the men. There’s about ten of them. They are camped at the south mountain.” Garold was sent back. “How many are with you?” Arkyn asked quietly. “Enough. Just Skarde and I.” Garold sent back a loud smile in his tone. “Take them out. Find out which pack they belong to. Save the heads.” Arkyn sent back quickly. “It will be done.” Garold responded shortly and cut the mindlink.

“Of recent, we’ve not found any wolf that would be right for our experiment. Then we heard of some wolf beings dwelling in the far mountains. These beings were supposedly of pure breed, uncontaminated by the mixture of humans and they distanced themselves from the culture of humans so that they would remain untouched. It was just then that we knew that perhaps we had just found all we’ve been looking for and so we came here with our team of researchers about a year ago, seeking for these men.” “And who are these men? Because clearly I’m not one of them.” “They are called the Mountain Men.” She replied. I remembered the card just then—the card that may even still be in my pocket. The Mountain

Every time he speaks it makes my insides melt a little more with nervousness. He turns to walk out, then turns back, “ Are you comfortable?” Just wishing he would go now so I can gather the last of my self respect and bury my head under the covers for the rest of the day. I reply, “yes, thank you”. That seems to appease him and he smiles that lovely smile of his and turns and leaves me to ponder on how I actually got to be here, on an Alaskan mountain, during the biggest snow storm of the century, with a woman doctor and her sheriff husband, and this enticingly good looking Alaskan mountain man, without my sister?

We had come a long way, and now we stood on the threshold of a new chapter. As we continued towards the pack, we got to the border and we decided to wait for Kristoff, the silence was broken by the sound of approaching footsteps. From the distance, three figures emerged, their forms outlined by the dim light of the setting sun. Two of the men looked like warriors eyes sharp with alertness. The third was Kristoff, he walked with a sense of purpose. “Kristoff,” I called, my voice carrying across the clearing, “what did they say?” I asked as they all stopped in my front