Arctic Cold War Chapter 20 Novels & Stories

They climbed the vertical shaft for what felt like an agonizing eternity, their muscles burning, until Lucian violently kicked open the surface hatch. The biting, negative sixty degree wind of the Siberian night hit them like a physical wall as they emerged onto the completely barren permafrost of the crater. A hundred yards away, Sterling One sat flawlessly on the ice, the heavy engines already spooling up. They collapsed onto the frozen ground, their chests heaving violently as the adrenaline crash hit them like a blinding, physical drug. The absolute zero of the arctic was lethal, but they had completely survived the apocalypse. Lucian didn't wait to reach the jet. The feral, possessive r

The last rays of arctic daylight flickered across the frozen waves, dimming into shades of slate and violet as the transport skimmer knifed northward through a narrow channel of ice. Lena stood at the edge of the vessel, eyes narrowed against the frigid wind. Her breath plumed white. The cold cut through her gloves like knives.

Drawing upon the power that lay dormant within them, they unleashed a torrent of light that engulfed the darkness, banishing it back into the depths of the abyss from whence it came. And as the echoes of their victory faded into the air, they knew that they had emerged triumphant once more. For they had faced the darkness head-on and emerged victorious, their bond stronger than ever before. Chapter 20: A New Dawn As the sun rose on a new day, Elara and Aric stood together amidst the ruins of the world they had fought so hard to save. But despite the devastation that surrounded them, they knew that they had emerged stronger than ever before, their bond forged in the crucible of battle and tem

“No. Not yet. If Lora sees you now it might ruin the entire plan. I shall go down there and assist them instead. You begin following the escapees. I shall meet up with you and slow down Tyndale’s army in the process.” Arni said. He began his ascent, parting ways with his brother who set a course ahead, following the wandering group. Temperatures quickly dropped with each splash of a droplet, there was no ceiling to shelter the two siblings. The arctic winds blew into their soaked clothes, numbing pain from the inflammations on their skins. The god approached the two carefully. The cold seemed not to bother him at all.

She wanted me to escape the base. I caressed her arm. At least now I know my best friend never betrayed me. We went on another expedition, and Joshua's team tailed us, trying to scavenge for leftovers. I led them into a lair of Frozen Wolftigers, and once they were all injured, I lured them into a remote frozen cave, then I sealed the entrance with an Esoteric Divination formation. I watched them as they slowly turned into frozen statues, and satisfaction coursed through my veins. My smile never left my lips.

Mara looked at the car. Looked at me. “Is that—” she began. “I don’t know yet,” I said. Honestly. “Stay with me until we do.” She nodded. We got out. The morning was cold — northern cold, sharper than Coldridge, the type that had teeth in it. The ancient forest that surrounded the Council building was thick and silent in the special way that very old trees, the silence that had settled over decades and had mass. Sasha took her position at Mara’s left hand without being told.

After that night, the cold war officially began. Normally, even if I pushed him away, Hudson would inevitably gravitate back to me. Even if he just glanced my way, he would subtly maneuver himself to keep me in his line of sight. But now, he treated me with the cold, ruthless efficiency of a stranger. Even when handing out rations, he didn't spare me a second glance. Things were going exactly as I had planned, but I didn't feel relieved at all.

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He sneered, urging me on, "Bring the camera closer. Let us see how you break the world record!" I wasn't provoked by Zachary. Gasping for breath, I raised the axe over my head and swung down toward the layer of ice and snow protecting the pipeline. "This axe of mine is for dealing with wild animals at the base, and it can slice through bear hide… "Do the math. How long do you think it'll take me to dig down to the pipeline?" As the base's communications officer, Zachary knew better than anyone that once the pipeline ruptured, in the polar night at minus fifty degrees, no one would survive long enough to wait for rescue.