Arctic Cold War Novel Novels & Stories

The Northern Mountains rose like jagged teeth against the gray sky, their peaks swallowed by clouds heavy with snow. Samuel’s pack trudged through the frozen wasteland, breath steaming in the bitter wind, each step sinking into the crusted ice. The city below had been left behind, burning in chaos and revolt, but the danger had followed them. The humans had not forgotten, nor forgiven, and now they wielded their most lethal weapon yet—a "Nuclear Winter" device designed to turn their world into a tomb of frost.

“Then there’s no pretending anymore.” Vince started the engine. “No.” She stared ahead through the windshield at the city lights. Arthur Voss had looked into her eyes tonight. And for the first time in his life… He had seen someone who was not afraid of him. That realization would follow him home. Sit with him. Keep him awake. Because now the war was no longer silent. It had a face. And he had just had dinner with it.

"Type 941 Typhoon-class. The biggest submarine ever built." He wasn't wrong. Embedded in the ice wall like a fossil in amber was the bow of an enormous vessel. The metal was frosted white, the red star on its conning tower faded to a ghost of its former glory, but the shape was unmistakable. It was a submarine—a relic from a world that had ended before I was born. "What's a Soviet sub doing in the Arctic ice?" Haley asked, her breath misting in the frigid air. "The Arctic is Soviet territory. Was Soviet territory." Katherine checked her weapon, a compact railgun that hummed with barely contained energy. "During the Cold War, they used the ice cap to hide their missile boats. This one must ha

He motions for me to continue flipping each page until he finally holds his hand up, halting me. The two pages are made up of mostly dense print, except for an illustration on the top right. I run my fingers over the ink, triggering something vaguely familiar in the depths of my mind. No, not the depths...I saw this the other night. “What is it about?” I ask. “The rebellion." Roel points to a line in the book that mentions it's formation. “A dark, hideous plague of these lands that has haunted your reign since you were born.” I pull my hand back from the illustration like I've been burned.

“Zayn MacQuoid, you can’t be this selfish! I’m working hard right now. I can’t have kids!” I compromised to quell her anger. I valued her career, but she resigned so that she could take care of Charles and Caleb better. Besides, she used the money I had saved for retirement for Caleb’s wedding. My leg hurt terribly during that winter, but I was too poor to see a doctor. Moreover, the temperature at home was freezing. It made me shiver. I tried calling Layla for money, but she hung up on me repeatedly. I could not hold on since I was old. In the end, I froze to death.

The last of the adrenaline from the high-orbit clash had finally drained away into the quiet warmth of the private solar of the Frost-Spire Citadel. Outside, tall arched windows of stained glass showed a serene arctic twilight coloring snowy peaks in indigos and pale golds. A grand hearth of runic river-stone, deep within the chamber, crackled merrily, its flickering amber light playing over heavy drapes of velvet and floors of polished oak.

"They've been building a shadow grid under the Arctic ice." Isabella turned to her husband, her dark hair framing her face, her eyes blazing with absolute, unshakeable sovereignty and lethal ambition. "Then pack our cold-weather gear, Counselor," Isabella commanded smoothly, her hand resting over his on the console. "We're going to Svalbard.”

Through the heavy insulation, a horrific, low-pitched screaming sound was echoing—the sound of the real, unmitigated atmospheric nitrogen storm clawing at the concrete foundations of their sanctuary. ​Her golden finger timeline ledger flared with total, absolute clarity. In her past life, this specific sub-zero freeze had locked the entire continent in an unbreakable sheet of glacial ice for three months, forcing the remaining local factions into a brutal, primitive war for survival over coal repositories, insulated clothing, and medical supplies. To stabilize the region's atmosphere and stop the freeze from turning the basin into a permanent dead zone, they had to leave the safety of the b

“worse you even moved us to godforsaken place. There is no froyo! I bet there is only one diner in this town that too with shitty burgers.” He knew he was being a whiny bitch... but he couldn’t help it. he really wanted to go to Yale university along with the ‘humans’ but his father decided it was not ‘safe’ for him to live along with them and dragged him over to a small town in the arctic. Yes, the arctic. There was nothing but ice miles and miles as far as he could see. The sun was never out, and it fucking snowed every single day. Even though his body could handle it, he loathed the sight of ice.

It was a strategy, not a weakness-a trap that Zared had walked into without a second thought. But what Zared didn’t know, what he couldn’t have anticipated, was the storm brewing behind Aaron’s quiet smile. What was coming for Zared now was something far darker, something he should have feared from the very beginning. He had always planned to take Zared down but now, it was for something else-it was for harming the woman who loved him unconditionally. And when Aaron starts, it will make Zared wish he had lost the position instead of his sanity. Aaron wasn’t just a boy, and he certainly wasn’t fragile. He was the calm before the storm, the quiet before chaos. And now, that storm was about to