Novels by Krystina White

The winds had changed.By the time we emerged from the mountain’s hidden sanctum, the sky had darkened with storm clouds — not just weather, but a omen. The wolves that had howled in the distance two nights before were silent now. And that silence was worse.We didn’t speak for a long time, picking our way down the mountain pass in cloaks too thin for the cold and magic that still hummed under my skin. Each step away from the sanctum was like stepping back into a war we weren’t ready to name.It wasn’t until we made camp — a hollow beneath a stone overhang, hidden in the crags — that the words came.Aeryn struck the flint three times before the fire caught, his hands trembling only slightly. The bond still flared between us like a pulse, its rhythm uneven since the trial.I sat opposite him, knees drawn up beneath her cloak, my eyes on the fire. I was lost in thought about what I seen in the sanctum. He still hasn’t told me what he, I told him as we walked out of the tunnels. “You d

(Aeryn)I landed in silence.No wind. No sky. Just a cold, deeper than winter, bone-deep and sterile. The stone beneath my boots was familiar: Frostfang marble, cracked and rimed with ice. The training yard. Only... wrong.The compound was in ruins, buried beneath snow and broken columns. Red flags snapped in the wind, but no sigil marked them — only a burn, as if clan identity had been stripped by fire.“Aeryn.”The voice froze me. Low. Icy. Etched into my memory like old wounds.My father.I turned slowly.Alpha Cael, my father stood beneath the remains of the main hall arch, whole and hale, armor gleaming with frost-forged steel. But his eyes were hollow. Lifeless. Judging.“You were never meant to lead,” my father said.“You're dead,” I answered. “And I didn’t come back for your legacy.”“No,” his father replied. “You came back for her.”Kaela’s voice echoed behind him, distant “Aeryn” but when I turned, she wasn’t there. Only shadow.“She weakens you,” Cael said again, stepping c

The mountain had a silence that was different now. It seemed to be listening.I stepped lightly over the sigils that had appeared with the morning frost — glyphs etched in moonlight across stone and snow, pulsing faintly beneath their boots. The disk in my hand grew warmer the deeper we went into the pass, as if recognizing the path from memory, not map.Aeryn walked beside me, quieter than usual, but steady. The fever had burned something out of him — or perhaps burned something into him. His magic felt sharper now. More alive. Like the bond had settled deeper than bone.By midday, the path led us to a narrow ravine split by an ancient staircase, half-buried in ice. It descended into the heart of the mountain — where no clan symbols marked the stone, and no histories claimed ownership.I paused at the threshold, hand braced against the worn archway above the stairs.“Do you feel that?” I murmured.Aeryn nodded once. “It’s like... memory. But not ours.”As we took the first step int

The Frostfang blade still lay where I had found it, half-buried in moss near the old watchtower. But now a second object rested beside it, a stone disk etched with a sigil older than either of their clans. The moment my fingers brushed it, it hummed with a heat that traveled through my veins, settling behind his ribs like a pulse out of time. I didn’t know what it was. Only had a feeling that Kaela would. She met me in the shrine again, summoned by the tug of the bond and the scent of my magic on the wind. When she came through the clearing my eyes locked onto her immediately. I walked towards her with the disk in my hand. “What is this?” said asked.Kaela turned the disk over in her hand, her voice barely above a whisper. “I saw this in the restricted records once before. It predates Frostfang. Predates Lunari. This wasn’t a bond meant for love or war. It’s... a call. A lock. And we’re the key.”I stood there and my gaze didn’t waver not once. “Then what are we opening?”

Dawn crept over the treetops as they left the shrine, neither of them speaking much. The connection between them pulsed low and steady, not insistent, but present and growing stronger. By the time we reached the outer edge of Veyra, the city was already stirring. Guard rotations shifted. Watchfires dimmed. And word of the council’s fracture had begun to spread like embers in dry grass. Aeryn vanished into the western rooftops before I crossed the threshold. We couldn’t be seen arriving together. In this moment they needed to see that I was strong alone, not just because I bonded Aeryn. They needed to know that I took my vows and dedication to the realm seriously. I wasn’t going to just sit back and hid from this fight. Not with everything unraveling.The summons came before midday. She was sitting in the abandoned temple of the Moon Goddess with Aeryn and the mind link from my father “You will be at the palace by sundown; the circle has invoked the blood truth.” was all that h

The Hall of accord echoed with too much silence. Everyone was gone except for my father, his two enforcers, Erdan, and myself. I stood beneath the high arched ceiling, cold light dripping from the glass dome above. The council had dispersed hours ago, but her father remained seated, flanked by two Frostfang enforcers, both watching her as if she were a blade that might swing without warning. Like I was a threat to him. As cold as my father was, I did not hate him I just wanted him to love and except me.“You didn’t tell me,” Alpha Myras said, voice level, but edged in steel. “About the bond.”I didn’t flinch. “Because I didn’t choose it.”“No one does.” He rose slowly; steps precise. “But only fools pretend it isn’t real.”I kept her hands at her sides, fingers twitching to shield the mark beneath my sleeve. “It changes nothing.”Myras’s eyes narrowed. “It changes everything.”He crossed the floor in a few strides, stopping just before me. “Do you think the other clans will allow