Alora Frost North Mountain นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"The mountain frost will expand by two percent before the twilight cycle concludes. If the anchors aren't set into the bedrock with maximum density, the entire eastern line will fail before the winter transport begins. Tell the fourth sector labor pool that their breakfast allocation will be delivered the moment the wall anchors are certified." She clicked the channel shut, her fingers already moving to the next column on the master manifest. The old world was breaking exactly along the lines she had calculated, and as the green lights of the northern turbines continued to pulse against the dark Italian sky, Maya put her head down and continued to balance the accounts of a continent.

The two girls continued their journey to the north. Now they were passing through a highway with rows of taiga biome forests on the left and right. The temperature here was colder than on the road connecting Matrotshaven with Salzyburg. It was not surprising because Trossbourgh was in the northern latitudes of Planet Kamina. “Wow, the air is so fresh.” Alisa really enjoyed the ride, while Flo, who was riding her Motosicca, seemed to be humming a song.

It’s not often I feel the need to use it, but the thickness in my throat only gets slicker with the phantom taste I’m trying to forget. The low peaks or base of the Steep, is where my Uncle’s people gather in the Frost. Not even the gods themselves stay on the Mountain when Frost sets in. The entire structure is a block of ice, during those courses. If not for the cold, or them not knowing what running water, let alone a bed is, I might consider travelling with them more like my father does.

The freezing mountain wind howled across the rocky gravel path, whipping long strands of deep auburn hair across Elena’s face. She stood completely paralyzed, her heavy leather duffel bag slung over her right shoulder, her eyes locked onto the dense, shadowed tree line that marked the jagged northern boundary of the Bloodstone territory. Beyond those ancient, towering oaks lay the Jagged Peaks—a lawless, freezing expanse of no-man's-land that eventually bled into the feared, permafrost territory of the Midnight Frost Pack.

A narrow scar disappeared beneath the left side of her jaw. She held out her hand. “Sable Wynn.” “Maeve Cross.” Her grip remained firm, but her expression shifted when she heard my surname. Not fear. Recognition. “You’re Mara Cross’s sister.” I released her hand. “So I’ve been told.” Sable studied me for another moment, apparently deciding whether to ask the same questions everyone else wanted answered. She did not. “I’m from Frostmere,” she said instead. I knew the name. A small mountain pack on the far northern ridge. They had lost nearly a third of their hunting grounds during a landslide two years earlier. The winter following it had been brutal.

Frost Colorado is cold. So am I. Inside, as if the poison turned me to ice before it left my bloodstream. Three days have passed since we found the rift near the Devil’s Teeth. My paws beat against the ground in time with my brothers’ as we race toward another lead. They’re both positive this is the one—that this thin veil between realms is the one that will bring our real home to earth and ease our agony forever. The San Juan National Forest. One-point-eight million acres of mesas, mountains, and forested lands owned by the federal government. We’ve been here before. Many times. Good hunting. Fresh mountain water, the kind that feels like it can heal.

To her credit, Almora straightened and held out her unhurt hand again. Frost coated the Firoque, chilling Nim’s scaled feet. But she held fast as layer after layer climbed over the last until the Firoque’s body grew too solid for him to move and heavy enough Nim struggle to rise. Despite the bite in her feet, she held on until Almora gave her a solemn nod. Only then did she release. From so high above the frozen meadow, the Firoque dropped with all the silence of a pebble’s descent in an endless well. Upon landing, he shattered into countless discolored bits which scattered throughout the grove.

Arlo didn't say anything; he simply walked into the walk-in closet to change into sleepwear. Nora rolled her eyes at her own helplessness, taking his disappearance as her cue to finally get changed too. She scrambled out of the bed and hurried into the adjacent bathroom to shower and change into her pajamas. By the time she emerged from the bathroom, Arlo was already sitting up against the pillows, quietly reading a book. Nora walked over, leaning against the edge of the bedpost. "What is that?" Arlo glanced up from the page, his expression relaxed. "Oh, this? Someone handed it to me at the summit earlier. I’m just checking it out."

He didn’t say when I stopped. I turned my face toward the mountains. The Frostspire loomed like a blade thrust into the sky, its peak swallowing the last traces of night. "We move before dusk," I said. "If the Moon wants her reckoning, she can meet me there." *** The journey north was a crawl through ruin. Every mile of forest we crossed bore signs of corruption—trees crystallized into pale stone, rivers frozen mid-current. Even the wolves refused to howl, as though the air itself would devour the sound.

‘And if he forces your hand? I stood slowly. “Then I will finish what should have been finished years ago.” A sharp knock echoed from the corridor. My posture changed instantly. “Alpha,” Kade voice called in a hushed tone and I moved to the door and opened it halfway. “What is it?” “Another message from Clawfrost.” My jaw tightened. “So soon?” “Yes, Alpha.” “What now?” “They report coordinated movement along the northern ridge. Multiple units. Not scouts.” Chiron surged. “How many?” I calmly asked.