Words To Climb Every Mountain Novels & Stories

Sunlight streamed through the window onto the back of my hand, feeling warm and pleasant. I looked up, met Alice's sincere gaze, and slowly said, "Officer, your wish will come true. From now on, we will both be safe and sound and live long lives." As soon as I said that, a gentle spring breeze blew outside the window. Magnolia petals drifted down from the trees, scattering fragrant beauty all over the ground. I knew I never had to stay silent anymore.

“Not yet. Not today. But soon… very soon.” And in that quiet resolve, the mountains seemed to answer, carrying my vow across ridges, valleys, and unseen paths. The journey was far from over, the challenges unrelenting, but I was ready. More than ready. I was becoming unstoppable.

Reminiscing Father's head beside my feet and the blood bath that happened at the palace, I clenched my fist. My second chance at life would be meaningless if I gave up now. "I hate the things you say sometimes, Fera" I grumbled as her words had convinced me to keep going. Inhaling deeply, I dragged my feet slowly heading towards the mountain. I'd barely been walked miles away from where I was previously standing before wiping off the sweat from my face. Standing at the feet of the mountain, I looked up at it's peak and suddenly got discouraged. I didn't have enough strength to super speed all the way up there so that meant that I had to climb all the a way up.

I still have Crumbs. 7. I am still standing. When I put the list down, I felt taller. Maybe not enough to reach the stars yet. But tall enough to keep climbing.

If her lovers could guide her with fleeting visions of passion, she would draw strength from every faltering memory. Climbing again, she felt the brand pulse, and with it, a low hum of power that made her skin tingle. The staircase opened onto a narrow ledge overlooking the world below. The wind tore at her hair. Her lungs burned. Yet beneath the pain, something stirred, a fierce flame of determination. “Throat of the Goddess,” she whispered, recalling the old legends. To ascend this mountain was to open one’s spirit to divine ecstasy, and terror. With trembling legs, she rose and pressed on.

He knows these woods like the back of his hand, and it shows. When we step into a clearing, I'm thankful there are no animals nearby, because I gasp. THe view is beautiful. THe mountains rise up above the tree line topped in snow. It's the most breathtaking sight I've ever seen in person. Axel looks at me first with concern to make sure I'm alright, and then with delight. "I thought views like this only existed on postcards or in magazines," I say in awe, as I look around. If only I had a way to capture this in a photograph or painting, yet , I know I'd never do it justice.

So, this became my focus as I encountered every trial I faced on each mountain. By the time I reached the foot of the mountain, the world had cooled. My feet throbbed with every step, but Jasmine kept me moving. The ground changed beneath me, from rough stone to damp earth, and I knew another climb awaited me. The sixteenth and seventeenth mountains had drained me, tested me in ways that cut bone-deep. Yet now, as I lifted my face to the breeze and listened, I could hear thin whispers, curling sounds that seemed to ride on the wind.

“No, Logan… no, you’re not gone. I won’t let you be gone. I’m going to save you. Hold on for me. Please, hold on.” The words fell from my lips like a vow. I turned my eyes to the mountain again. Its body rose like a beast of stone, jagged cliffs clawing into the clouds. The path ahead stretched like a staircase carved into eternity. It called to me, demanded of me, and though my body trembled, I pushed forward. On my knees. That was the only way I could climb. Every muscle burned, every breath cut me open from the inside. My arms shook so badly that I had to cling to the sharp stones to drag myself upward. My knees split and bled against the rock, but still I moved.

I whispered. I took another step, and then another. The rocks dug into my knees as I tripped, and I kept moving on. Everything inside me was shouting at me to turn back, but I remembered my father’s lifeless face, my mother’s shaking hands, Jasmine’s dead eyes, and the small grave under the sacred tree. They lifted me higher than my own strength ever could. The silence of the mountain weighed as the silence of the grave. Silence that wasn’t empty but furnished. I kept on climbing, my heart pounding in my ears.

The mountain demanded more. Every stone I stepped on felt like a judgment. Every gust of wind carried whispers that might have once been words, or curses. I stumbled once, knees buckling on loose shale, catching myself with a hand skinned raw days ago. Dirus didn't slow. The bastard barely turned his head. His voice drifted back through the cold like smoke winding through a dying fire. "You won't survive this climb on rage alone." I bared my teeth and dragged myself upright, my breaths coming ragged and sharp. "I've survived worse."