Anime Tundra Novels & Stories

Talia loped into the shadows of the forest, her paws finding rhythm in the familiar cadence of home. The metallic tang of human scent faded behind her, replaced by the cold damp of pine and earth. She didn’t slow until the flicker of two shapes ahead told her she’d caught up to them. Dedrick and Toddry. They stopped when they sensed her fury rolling through the pack link—sharp, cold, and unmistakable. “I was not in danger, and I told you not to come after me!” she snapped, her voice echoing cleanly in their minds. “I wanted to get close to him so I could figure out how to stop their stupid machines!”

My heart ached. Even after my death, Kenneth still didn’t trust me. Someone had leaked the tragic state of my corpse in the hospital online, causing an uproar. The entire pack was in shock. Everyone whispered among themselves. Their most revered Alpha, Kenneth, had frozen his own Luna to death. In fact, it wasn't just in any season, but it was in the middle of the scorching summer. Everyone knew that the freezer had been faulty long ago. But how could a faulty freezer, left unused for years, still be capable of freezing a living, breathing Luna, who was a warrior with top-tier combat ability, to death?

Snow yawned, opening her eyes mid way, today was combat class, the most exciting and dangerous class they usually have. In which ranked wolf or less, get involved in combat, showcasing their skill and strength, to Snow it was only a day she badly got injured. Tiffany usually uses the class to prove to everyone that she is the rightful Luna, even injuring her minion to get attention. Apart from that Tiffany was beautiful and elegant herself. She was blonde, brown eyes, shoulder length hair, and a body to die for, no wonder Logans and other guys drool over her.

My dad asks. “Someone unannounced is coming.” My mom says without breaking our eye contact. “8 miles.” I say. My blood boiling in my veins. I turn my back to my mother and look into the woods. “Who is coming, Dora?” Mom asks me. “A man with dark skin, golden eyes, and a tattoo in his right arm.” I tell everyone. “Which tattoo, Pandora?” I hear the voice of the alpha asking me.

He might go back once he gets the guy he's holding to the castle. ————————— Xavier and Lyca are back... The second one is more calm because she has let go of all the bad feelings. All she has left is anger toward the person who caused all of her problems. "If I wait until the three months are up, I'm afraid I won't have anything to go back to. That's why I've decided... I'll go back to where I should be!" Snow was sure of what he said. "No! You can't get out of the woods!" Xavier retorted.

" Tsarayu asked as he looked at him with a baffled expression. 'What the ***, this big guy looks really strong. Can I really defeat him? Anyway, why does he have such a good opinion of humans?' Tsarayu thought in his mind. "My name is Terra, and I am a 3rd level Spiritual Ascension realm warrior of my tribe," He said as he stood tall like a mountain. 'What is the Spirit Ascension realm? This place must have a different Cultivation system than ours' Tsarayu thought in his mind.

Characters: FL: Honeybell Sant: A half-wolf healer with a defiant heart and no pack. Curvy, warm-toned skin, thick amber curls, and honey-gold eyes. She works at the edge of the highland territories where the feral roam. ML: Veneer Stone: The dark, rogue Alpha of the Northern Tundra. Unhinged, brutal, with a silent, brooding presence. Stark grey eyes, scarred jawline, and a body like chiseled marble. Never touches unless he’s ready to destroy.

I curled up in a corner, praying for some warmth. This place used to store frozen seafood. Now, it was just empty shelves and icy air. I stacked the shelves around me, a futile attempt to block the cold. It was useless. When I realized I was dead, a wave of despair washed over me. Seeing my frost-covered body, eyes wide with terror, and bloody nails, I felt a bone-chilling shock. Just as I was about to take a closer look, a force pulled me away, and I found myself standing next to Ean.

His face turned as white as a sheet, and he widened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. The mother only smiled and shook her head, saying, "Please take good care of our child,” she took another glance at the baby before walking toward Wesley, smiling gently, "I'm an individual cultivator, Tanya Autumn. I just entered the mid-level third-stage Pulse Control Realm, and I'm willing to listen to your order."

Anderson headed back to his own office to begin the process of executing the orders and gathering any necessary information to make Nysaa's termination appear as a business necessity. Mace returned to his paperwork, the echo of Mr. Anderson's departure still resonating in his mind. A subtle smirk played on his lips as he contemplated the impending chaos he intended to inflict on Nysaa's life. Her vocal nature, her unwavering spirit – it all irritated him, yet at the same time, it intrigued him in ways he was reluctant to admit.