Novel & Cerita Alora Frost North Mountain

“Well…it seems that we need to thank them for their own manufactured stupidity…anyway, Eliza…how is it on the north?” “[It is cold up here…just constant snows falling down …. about the Northen progress…with the Frozen Peak City conquered…my men are now all fully rested and ready to move…. I have stationed our men at the border town, near the Central Region…. we are prepared to move out as soon as you give the order, Sir President…]”. (General Eliza) True to her words, the Norther Alemia Region, is snowy and cold all year round there, even right now on the screen on her background she was enveloped by a scenery of a snowy forest.

"How about that? Any movement from the Frostholm Pack?" On a hill not far from the border of the Frostholm Pack's territory, Torin stood tall, his back straight as he looked out over the valley below. The hill was strategically placed, offering a wide view of the surrounding area—from dense forests to grassy plains bordered by towering trees. From there, he and the Nimbria pack could clearly see every movement of the Frostholm pack without being easily detected.

Lily-of-the-valley scent automatically seeped into the dual ice crystal structures, forming a fine, steady, silver-white thread between them. "You've given me two. I have no collarbone plate to give you." "You already have. That thistle, the one you planted in Aurora's dead pine. It's still alive." A warmth that had nothing to do with temperature entered Freya's voice. "Ice Wolf patrols water it when they pass. It's already a finger-joint taller than when you planted it." --- On the journey back south from the ice plains, Freya walked at the front. Luna followed half a step behind. The seven Alphas were arrayed in a line at the edge of the ice plain.

She knew Circe was still there, somewhere inside—but that didn’t make the emptiness disappear. The forest that lined the road to Blue Moon Pack stretched endlessly, towering evergreens swaying under the cool mountain wind. Lydia’s window was half open, letting in the scent of moss, pine, and something else—faint traces of wolf and Lycan mingled in the air, ancient and pulsing with quiet power.

ALFRED POV NM? I don’t need telling what that means for I have seen it sprinkled all around this case and I have had enough! “NM?” Marcus asked, “that will mean North mountains.” “Isn’t it obvious?” I growled disdainfully with my hands balled into a fist as my Lycan struggles to take over and run all the way angrily to the north mountains to give them the lesson of their lives. “This is way deeper than we know” Andre said thoughtfully as he removes his glasses from its case and places it on his eyes.

Aurora’s POV The Frostbound Peaks rose before us like jagged white teeth biting into the clouds. The mountains stretched so high they swallowed the sky, casting long shadows across the snowy plains. The air was so cold it burned my lungs every time I inhaled. I pulled my cloak tighter around me, but it didn’t help much. “Our path lies through that pass.” Rowan pointed toward a narrow valley cut between two monstrous cliffs. It was dark. Empty. Silent. Too silent.

his voice demanded through the link, sharp and full of rage. “Ridge point. Northwest slope. She’s alone… staring directly at her.” He didn’t need to say who. Aurora. The words hit like thunder. Aries spun on his heel and followed Ross’s line of sight. His heart slammed into his chest when his eyes found the silhouette standing high on the ridge. There, above the battlefield, bathed in the pale light of the rising moon, stood Nora. At first glance, it might have been Aurora. Her frame. Her posture. Even the way her long black hair caught the wind.

Rebecca Placing his grizzled hands on the table, he added forcefully, "Alpha, we cannot afford another delay." Snow will soon cover the mountain trails. The solstice may not hold once more if we don't secure the ridges soon. "This year's storms are uncertain," said another elder. The hunters have already reported that the wolves on the northern peaks are becoming restless. We need to be aware of any changes to the terrain before the winter takes it. My fingers drummed lightly across the armrest as I lay back into the high-backed chair.

His arm locked around the stone, his muscles straining until they creaked, anchoring both of our weights against the vertical face of the mountain. The Frost-Wyrm, confused by the sudden disappearance of the vibrating heat sources and satisfied by the destruction of the lower shelf, let out a final, distant shriek. Its massive, translucent body turned slowly in the wind, its ice-plated tail cutting through the upper fog as it glided back into the deep, dark rifts of the glacier, leaving the high pass in a dead, suffocating silence. We hung there in the freezing twilight, our bodies pressed flush against the raw basalt ridge, the wind howling around us as the blizzard began to slowly lift.

I was pacing around our small living area, feeling antsy. It was now 9 pm and my mother will be home by 10 if she had an overtime like this. What I was afraid is that she needs to walk by herself because I'm pretty sure that all the villagers were already went home. The mountain path was dark and scary. It was said to be the time where supernatural creatures tends to wander and lure anyone they see. But that's not what I'm afraid of, it's the fact that such place was a perfect spot to hide and to fulfill some dark intentions. Murder and torture.. I shakes my head to erase the gruesome thoughts.