Arctic Cold War Novel Novels & Stories

Maria POV The cold here had a texture. It was not the cold of winter, not the kind a person could bundle against and outlast. It was the cold of stone that had not seen sunlight in fifty years, cold that rose up through the floor into the bones and stayed. The kind of cold I had read about in books once and dismissed as gothic exaggeration. I was finding out it was not exaggeration. I was finding out it was inadequate.

The Arctic lab was buried under a frozen ocean, a fortress of steel and ice that no one could reach without permission. Anna’s intelligence had pinned it down to a single coordinate weeks earlier, and tonight they moved in like ghosts, Cedric leading the charge, Gianni and Anna right at his side, guns silent, hearts louder.

Kane straightened suddenly, the moment closing as quickly as it had opened. “Finish the project,” he said, his tone returning to its usual cold precision. And just like that, the wall was back. But Elena had seen what was behind it. Even if only for a second. As he left, Elena leaned back slightly in her chair, her thoughts sharper than ever. This was new. Not just the power. Not just the influence. But the glimpse. Of something real. Something hidden. Something that connected to the man behind the title… The Cold CEO. And whatever vow he had broken.

He'd come looking for Savannah. Instead, he found this. The intimacy wasn't physical. That would've hurt less. This was something deeper. Something older. Something grief had reforged instead of destroyed. Dominic quietly stepped away. He never entered. Dawn arrived beneath dark clouds. Nobody had slept. The entire territory buzzed with nervous energy. Scouts came and went continuously. Reports flooded the war room. Thousands of Hollow Fang wolves now occupied the southern valley. Yet they still hadn't attacked. They were building.

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 helicopter rotors tore through the blizzard over the Alaskan military harbor. The nuclear icebreaker Leviathan lay quietly dormant in the ink-dark Arctic sea—a steel behemoth swallowed by the frozen ocean. Snow and wind raged. Foreign heavy-armed guards stood in formation along both sides of the deck, loaded with live ammunition. Ice shards slammed against the armored plating, producing a grating, teeth-aching impact. The atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. Vivienne stepped down the frozen gangway in black high combat boots, each step steady and unhurried.

The cold of the Null-Drive felt like something was being taken away from Elara not like winter. As the device in Aaron’s hand hummed, the warmth of the sun left Elara's skin, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable. Her family, her titles, the fire that had once defined her. All of it was a memory now trapped under a layer of freezing sweat. She pressed her face into the slush the heavy boots of the Null-Sector soldiers holding her down making her look at the stains Damon's blood had left in the snow.

“Even if we open the doors again... the cold wave has everything caught out there. The steel lungs are likely to be a massive ice block frozen. The steam boilers are burst.” Nova kicked frustrated against a large frozen fragment of the creature. “Toll. Stranded in the Arctic, in the middle of nowhere. And this thing was huge. If the main body was, what is going on out there?” “We only find out when we get out of here,” said Kael. He saw himself in huge, sparsely illuminated hall around. “Theta is an ark. No garage. But the Old world has never built a bunker without an emergency exit.” “Right,” Silas said and began to typch hectic on his pad. “Leave me into the

* Alpha Zero* As the cold and soft white powder, pour down gracefully from the sky. I stood at the top of a cold mountain covered in the thick layer of snow. It's the usual winter in the Cold Mountains of the North. The place where i was born, and the place where i swore to protect the inhabitants and to spend the rest of my life. My white fur is soaked and my snout is freezing but my heart is warmed with rage. I have my red eyes fastened directly at the horrible sight of rogues approaching my lands.

Nueva counteracted with freezing chrystals, and the two elements met in a blinding blast, lighting up the dark woodland as the ice clashed with fire. The more Marigold pushed with her firestorm; the more Nueva called on the ice. Her feet slid on the ground from the fierce forces, and Nueva dug her heels in deep to withstand the sheer powers from their reversed tug of war. She screamed in fury as her unprecedented abilities exploded from her open palms. Although, this made the temperature drop drastically around them. As a result, frost started covering the ground and spreading toward the feral wolfs. Nueva could hear their nervous whimpers and snarls as the icy rime closed in.