Arctic Cold War Novel Novels & Stories

His cousin and best friend, Sirius Blackheart snapped. Axel did momentarily, turning to him and saying "Could you not exist?" The male shrugged, his gold eyes glowing as he smirked "I try, but even the goddess likes admiring me" Axel rolled his eyes and looked back outside the window "It's so hot" "Axel" A low voice said next to him, her eyes on him "It's snowing" "Well it's not cold" Axel replied, turning to her "How do the wolves here survive?"

"It's the grimoire of my people." He narrowed his ice-blue eyes. "so, you're an Arctic Wolf." It was more of a statement than a question. "Yes," I replied, folding my arms across my chest. "Who are you?" "I'm Rolf, Alpha of The Winterborn Pack." His lips curled into a smile as he liftedhis eyebrows. "May I come in?" "Yes, of course." But I didn't budge from behind the counter. "Do Elias and Xander know you're here?"

*Aaron* I trudged through the snow, my boots crunching on the ground as a bitter reminder of the chaos that had just occurred. My heart pounded with a disturbing mix of anger and dread as I neared the lake's edge, now a deceptive sheet of glass shimmering under the relentless winter sun. It seemed cruelly beautiful, concealing the terror beneath its freezing surface. Braxton and Winter might have lost their lives there, and the image kept replaying in my mind—both of them submerged, gasping for air, while I desperately tried to reach them.

Chapter 82: The White Silence The transition from the sweltering, pheromone-heavy air of Rio to the desolate wastes of Antarctica was a physical assault. As the stealth-jet’s ramp lowered, the wind screamed—a jagged, metallic howl that tore at Jade’s thermal gear. But it wasn't just the cold. It was the silence. In the "Great Reset," the poles had become the ultimate dead zone. No satellites, no radio, no warmth. Just a vast, white void.

At that moment the door opened swiftly, and Charlotte subconsciously felt chills as she turned towards the door. The moment she locked eyes with the person by the door, her expression soured.

"It’s ours, Ivy. That makes it human enough for me. And if it isn't, I’ll burn the world until the definition changes." They flew North, chasing the freezing edge of the world. The transition from the warm, treacherous gold of Italy to the blinding, indifferent white of the Arctic was a physical shock. As they crossed the 70th parallel, the "Frequency" began to stabilize, the agonizing heat of the serum cooling into a sharp, crystalline focus.

The tension in the room dissolved instantly, as if the explosive confrontation moments ago had been nothing more than a brief interruption. Only I, floating in mid-air, felt a bone-chilling cold as I watched the moving red dot. That wasn't me climbing, but rather a wolf. Before I lost consciousness, I heard the howl of a wolf. The sound was very close, just behind the rocks. The hungry wolf must've been dragging my corpse across the snow, leaving a long trail of blood. It had clamped its jaws around my leg, pulling me back to its den as its Christmas feast. Every flicker of that red dot was another jolt to my broken body.

“I want them to know what is going to happen to them when they forget their place. They think they can rob us blind. They believe they can rub out our story. We are going to be the price for their arrogance.” I gestured sharply away from the horizon. It was not enough just to retaliate. I had grander designs — designs that didn’t end with driving the humans out. The Arctic had always belonged to us, and it always will. I needed my pack in full — ready for the war we were about to start.

home to several Antarctic notothenioids such as arctic cods, bald notothens, and thread-fin pitheads before arriving at the covert gate of the packhouses. The snow here never ceases throughout the year. It is only a matter of how strong the snowstorm may be. The ground is made up of thick glaciers that hide small, yet deadly hole spots. If you are not part of the pack and are under-skilled to locate the traps, you will find yourself frozen underneath, without any traces of your wretched doom. We, as part of the pack, have been taught about the geographic and environmental statistics of this land. We were also trained for survival methods and techniques. I, myself, faultlessly memorize this

"The interference is off the charts, Leo. But it’s not coming from the earth. There’s a massive metallic mass buried in the ice shelf ahead. It’s too big to be a satellite station." ​"Maybe it’s a graveyard," Maya muttered, shivering despite the high-tech heating elements in her parka. Her golden Force was slowly returning, but it felt brittle, like frozen glass. "Dad always said the Arctic was where the 'Old Guard' went to die when they didn't want their bodies harvested for their DNA." THE GHOST OF THE NORTH;