Three Swedish Mountain Men Novels & Stories

He was trying to reach Barabbas. “Barabbas,” the other man answered. “Anything yet?” “No sir. No signs of an attack.” Sven broke a red light. “And the scouts?” He cursed, knowing that would mean a ticket. “They can’t get close enough. Marx set up traps around the mountain. Are you all right, boss?” Sven cursed again. He was not in a position to lose any more men. Despite Penny’s assertions, he was sacrificing the old for the new. That he had felt none of them die was a good sign.

Hoping she crosses over though. “More baby?” she called. Morekish only whispered a reply, his eyes as large as saucers waiting for the big reveal. “The mountain straights”, she began “is the home of the mountain pack. They are…” “Mountain pack? Who are they? Are they those red wolves that always travel in groups with three men carrying their loads? “No, they’re not. The mountain pack has spotted coats.” His mother answered. “Okay, thought they are the red ones, those are always angry and they rarely appear down the mountains.” Morekish sang.

"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.

“Cut the rope!” Not wanting to be next, the sixth man did so, and like the previous four, the quicksand pulled the fifth man into it’s belly in a second, and that was how, in this perilous forest, eight men had disappeared without a trace; three from behind, five from the front. Only thirteen remained, including Jakub. The remaining men took well over an hour to recover from the shock, and then the next man to speak, the seventh man, only did so because he couldn’t hide his outrage towards Jakub. His name was Calvin.

The two guys are slammed into the wall. “Do not come here and threaten my gamma and friend,” Ty growls. “Little jewel it is ok. Let Travian explain.” Dray says. He picks her up and sets her back down in between the two of them as the other two regain their composure. “Everyone needs to calm down. This is Alpha Tundra and his brother and beta Rainier. They are from a clan in Montana.” I explain.

None of them were below the Thorium Relm, while only the one who showed up first was at the peak of the Thorium Ream, the rest were not to be looked down upon. "I'll be wiping these troublemakers off the face of the face of the continent. You can either stand with me or against me, however, if you are not with me now, I will kill you all along with these human trash," Lovell declared. The beastmen were now stuck between a rock and a hard place. Their train of thought was broken by a pearl of laughter ringing out, "who knew such comedians were hidden away in the Medicine Mountain. When have Elves ever been able to do anything to humans?" she waved her hand and a small stream broke off then sp

“Tempting, but no. Lapland.” I groan-laugh into my whiskey. “Sven?” “Sven,” she repeats, savoring it like a dessert with an indecent center. “Do you remember the first three things he said to us?” “‘Yeah, pretty much everything or die.” I pitch my voice into granite. “You city folk, so jumpy… Damn-right we were jumpy… I mean… He had an axe.” “One…‘start fire or die’. Two…‘cloudberry spirit, drink for heat or die’. Three…‘if Sven want you dead, already crushed throats by now’,” Serena growls out.

With a body like that, they can throw even five normal sized men down the cliff with little to no effort. Tradd was starting to go back down when he heard the woman speak, “Pick it all up.” The three men did not even wait a second and proceeded to do as she had ordered. She glances at Tradd and smiled in a knowing, eery manner before his frame disappeared down the mountain. On his way down, he came across Yekaterina’s team who was also nearing the top. “You have to hurry.” He told them, remembering the three muscular men who by now must be closely done gathering all the flaglets.

Except for exhaustion. “Maybe you are just too used to being on alert. Relax and enjoy that we can be ourselves”. I suggest. “Just keep your eyes open kid”. The mountain kinda flattens out to a platou and we spot another collection of houses. Gunnar is heading for the largest house that looks to be like a common hall or a mess hall. It turns out to be filled with men, who all turn their head to stare at us, while silence sweeps through the room. “They passed the test. All three of them are ulfhednar. I almost couldn’t keep up with them on our hike up here”. Gunnar yells like a town cryer at a fair.

All of them are massive because apparently, you have to be built like gods to carry people off mountains. They introduce themselves. Callum is the team lead. Early thirties, dark beard, voice like gravel soaked in whiskey. He wraps a blanket around me and rubs my arms and asks me if I can feel my fingers. Brody is blonde, with a square jaw that makes him look deathly handsome. He gets the fire going higher. Nash is the quiet one. Dark skin, shaved head. He heats water without being asked. Sawyer has red hair and a scar through his eyebrow. Reid is the youngest. Maybe twenty-six. Pretty young face for a mountain rescue guy. He watches me with soft brown eyes while the others work.