A Court Of Frost And Starlight Romane & Geschichten

“It hurts.” Lyra froze. “What hurts, my love?” “The dark,” Isla whispered. “It wants to eat the light.” Lyra’s heart broke. She pulled her daughter close, kissing her forehead. “You are the light, Isla. Do not let the dark take it. Stay with me.” As Seraphine raised her staff again, a sudden glow burst from Isla’s small hands. The silver light spread across her skin, wrapping around her fingers like threads of starlight. Lyra gasped as warmth filled the air, pushing back the biting cold of the mist.

The Blood Moon loomed overhead, casting an eerie glow over the land. Its light seemed to pulse with the weight of ancient power, the sky painted in crimson and gold as the stars disappeared beneath its shadow. Raynor stood at the edge of the Frostfang Peaks, looking out over the vast expanse of the land. The clans were scattered, divided, broken by years of bloodshed and war, but he knew—this was the moment they would either be healed or destroyed.

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

The light moved and shifted, breathing with a rhythm that matched the beating of my own heart. "What is that?" I whispered. I fell to my knees, pressing my hands against the ice. The heat surged into my palms, traveling up my arms like a shock. "This is not just ice and rock," the Ancient said. His voice was solemn. "Eons ago, a star fell from the heavens. It did not die when it struck the earth. It buried itself here. The Frost Peaks are not mountains, Sera. They are a shell. They are a prison of ice built to contain a celestial battery of pure, raw energy."

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

If Nova stepped onto the trial floor now, Cassia would be disqualified, and by law, claimed by the Circle. They had no choice but to let her fight. The frost swirled like a cyclone. Cassia didn’t move. Instead, she closed her eyes. Nova’s heart stopped. Then she saw it, Cassia wasn’t frozen. She was glowing. Faintly at first. Like embers tucked beneath ash. Then it burst from her chest, the tiniest ripple of golden light. The frost touched her skin and hissed. Seraphine’s eyes widened. “What is this?”

My grandmother's handwriting was tight and urgent, written during one of her most intense visions. *The darkness awakens. It has slept for a century, gorged on stolen light, but now it stirs again. It will hunt the children of the moon. It will find them one by one and drain them until nothing remains but empty shells. Two wolves stand between salvation and destruction. Two Alphas, bound to the fate of the Lunar. One will fall. One will rise. And the wolf who carries moonlight in her veins will decide which fate comes to pass.* "This is about me," Sera said quietly.

" My body was covered in frostbite. I had barely survived the blizzard, yet all he cared about was whether the samples were intact. I turned my head to avoid his fist and looked at him coldly. "You just shattered your precious samples on the ice, Lucas." Hearing my words, his expression froze, before his gaze followed mine straight towards the shards that were scattered across the ice. After a long moment, he spoke, his voice shuddering, "You'd better pray that there are other samples left, or else…" He shot me a vicious glare, then released me and climbed into another vehicle. The warmth from the car heater brushed over my body. Feeling strength slowly return to my arms, I finally allowed m

Crystals cracked, the walls caved in, and a deafening roar of shadows consumed everything. The last thing the King saw before the darkness took him was his wife collapsing to the floor, her light fading, and the moon above breaking through the clouds — shining for the final time over Lunara. Chapter 1 The night was colder than I could ever remember. The kind of cold that bit into your fingers even through gloves and fogged the edges of the windshield faster than the heater could keep up.