Novel & Cerita Awakened Ice Admiral

They hit the inner docks just as the secondary iron-clad ships attempted to deploy their landing forces, turning the shallows into a chaotic bloodbath of fur, steel, and shattering wood. Admiral Joshua’s black eyes narrowed as he realized his flanking maneuver had just been entirely neutralized by the northern reinforcement. He looked from the charging Frost-Tooth wolves to Natalia, who was now standing perfectly balanced on the iron engine hatch behind him, her blades glowing with a brilliant, executioner's silver light. "The continent isn't your playground anymore, Admiral," Natalia said, her silver eyes locking onto his with absolute finality. "This is our house. And you're going to bleed

I asked myself then I looked at the Admiral in disbelief at the behavior of my comrades. "We'll go first, we'll have a long time to clean up." Ice said goodbye to the admiral and then left the office with Red. I was devastated and I could hardly believe what they were doing.

The scenario was clear like the day it all happened. Fire burning the whole houses in the grand setting, warriors, smashing their swords against each other, burnt bodies lying around and injured people wailing in deep agony, crawling around seeking for help, her vision shakes, turns blurry and a huge beast with wings flew into the scenery of the great war, shoves his fangs into the flesh of the unsuspecting warriors, they grunt in pain and fell down on the ground in anguish. "Aaah..." They all scream in pain. 🖤 A knock on Elena's door suddenly wakes Elena up, bringing her back to the real world, with a quiet groan, she cracks one eye open to look at the display of the fancy clock hung on th

The flicker of the lamp cast shadows across their faces, gold and fractured, like two people bound by something they could neither undo nor escape. Downstairs, Derrick burst into the room holding a cracked tablet. “Lucas, you need to see this.” He placed the device on the table. Despite the explosion, a fragment of data had survived, labeled Protocol_A. The file opened with a holographic projection of Adrian Salvador’s voice. “If either subject survives, the neural architecture will attempt auto-synchronization. The only countermeasure is to initiate the Awakening Protocol, full neural isolation through mirrored sensory overload.” Derrick frowned. “In plain English, it means she has to overl

I sat on a slab of cracked marble that used to be a balcony. Below me, the Frost-Peak was a graveyard of silver-coated ruins. My Reawakened guards moved through the wreckage like ghosts, pulling survivors from the ice. They didn't do it to be kind. They did it because I needed more bodies for the tether.

Although our leadership roles spanned different organizations, our shared goal united us in a way that transcended allegiance. As the hologram hummed to life, voices hushed in anticipation, and a palpable energy enveloped the room. Myself, Travor, and Grayson—representatives of various factions—were captivated by the display. And in the midst of it all, Ice radiated a regal presence that never ceased to amaze, earning her title of Empress time and time again. With gravity in her tone, Ice addressed the room, her words a clarion call to action. "Gather 'round, everyone. Fix your eyes on this holographic map. Our mission: to infiltrate Zia's fortress and finally draw this conflict to its concl

Forty-eight hours. The countdown to the end of the world began not with a roar, but with the synchronized thrumming of a massive, joint-force armada crossing the Arctic Circle. It was a sight that should not exist in nature. A fleet of state-of-the-art, nuclear-powered icebreakers from the Blackwood Corporation, painted in matte-black tactical paint, plowed through the twenty-foot-thick glacial ice, creating a path of dark water. Behind them sailed the Crimson Court’s ancient, reinforced war galleons, their black sails bearing the silver crest of the bleeding bat, looking like ghost ships emerging from the endless fog.

That the Spirit Wolves hadn’t dimmed the lines between flesh and bone around her for years. Because until the Veil pulls apart, until the council calls me out or until she storms in here and snarls into my face, I remain Adrian the Silent, surveilling still waiting guy. The raven feather in my collar twitches and it feels like a heartbeat. She has no idea it means I’m awakening. She twists her head and meets my gaze, voice shaking but slow: “Then you better tell me what you are, Adrian or I swear I’ll tear your truth out of you myself.”