City Under Ice Antarctica Novels & Stories

and now the universe was collecting. Kael stood at the edge of the New Citadel—now a hollowed-out shell of brass and frost—watching the first true blizzard roll in from the Arctic Circle. The snow wasn't the soft, powdery fluff of Lyra’s simulations; it was jagged, ice-needle precipitation that smelled of salt and old iron. The Physics of the Freeze

A year later, Sanctvale, a city at the foot of the Frostspine Mountains, was getting its first heavy snow of the winter. A lot of people chose to stay here. There were no family feuds and no turf wars. There were only long winters, an old clock tower, and streets that always smelled of coffee. A black Maybach rolled to a silent stop in the old quarter. The window slid down, and Dante's face came into view, darker than the storm raging outside.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, a burner I’d hidden in a seam I’d stitched myself, buried deep enough that even Misha’s dogs wouldn’t sniff it out. It was a text message from Chernov but I didn’t bother reading the text. Hours passed and we arrived at Yakutsk. The cold here was a living thing, a beast that clawed at your skin and whispered death in every gust. It’s no wonder it’s the coldest city in the world. As cold as it’s ruler. The Bratva compound loomed before me once more, cold steel wrapped in endless snow, as unyielding and merciless as the man who dragged me back here. I never thought I’d return. After everything, I truly believed I’d vanish with Gabriella the moment Yuri was buried

Cape Narciso, as Detective Andrews name it, is a large, ice-capped island. It is mysterious as it can appear and disappear from one’s peripheral vision due to thick fog banks, pumice rafts from underwater volcanoes, floating icebergs, and freak breakers. As we came nearer the ice shelf edges, the combers moved slowly in. We need an ice boat or something to reach the low-lying coastal area along the Peninsula. Luckily, matted clumps of vegetation have been swept off the dry land. The long, narrow mass of land along the northern borders of Antarctica is thick with layer of ice and snow, which can exceed 1,200 m deep. A lone mountain range is half-covered by a glacier, very high, all white, and

"There’s a massive deposit of 'Carbonate-Lattice' beneath the ice cap. If we can ignite it, we can trigger a controlled greenhouse effect. We can give this world a blanket." The suspense of the "Polar Expedition" was an epic journey across the sapphire glass plains. The Great Engine, now low on fuel and shivering in the cold, had to crawl toward the pole. Every mile was a battle against "Cryo-Quakes"—the sudden shattering of the frozen nitrogen crust as the city's weight passed over it. "The treads are snapping!" Kael reported, his voice frantic over the short-range radio. "The metal is too brittle for this temperature. We’re losing plates every hundred meters!"

Kleir supplied the latter a little-known information which made the two stop bickering. Thras was the second largest city in the continent. Unlike the scenic beauty of their land, the said city was covered in snow half of the year due to its close proximity to the Great Ice of the Northern Cap. Because of this, people there are also has snow white like skin, the lightest color of skin to ever exist in the world of man. “ your master wants me to marry the people of Thras!?! Are you truly kidding me right now, father? Mother? “ the news was beyond her expectation, Utopia can't help but to question her parents for that.

he asks, reading my expression. "Antarctic site. Complete failure. Thirty-six hour window." I'm already activating the emergency communication network, sending wake-up calls to the rest of our team and Mrs. Holloway. "In March," Cain observes grimly. "Antarctic winter. Temperatures approaching minus-sixty, six months of polar night, and weather that can kill you in minutes." "Plus a dimensional breach that's destabilizing reality across the continent," I add, pulling on thermal base layers. "At least we know our vacation plans for the next few weeks."

This was an extenuating circumstance, and Christopher would want me safe. Further ahead was what looked like the top of an enormous snow globe, only without the snow. Upon closer inspection, I was shocked to see roads and buildings within. "You seeing what I'm seeing?" Gabe asked, his voice filled with wonder. "I see it. It looks like a - a city," I said, blinking my eyes several times to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. "Is this real?" Gabe asked. "As real as you and me," Abernathy said. "The city is known as Atlantis by some, but is actually called Mizu Atlantica, or the City Under the Sea."

“Get used to it. It's going to be a long month.” And as the city hummed below and the night stretched ahead of us, I had the strange feeling that this wasn’t just a visit. After dinner, we didn’t rush off to our separate corners of the penthouse. Max dimmed the lights with a swipe on his phone, and the entire space softened into a warm glow. The city outside shimmered through the glass walls, Manhattan alive and unapologetic beneath us. “Okay,” he said, tossing himself onto the couch. “Now that you’re fed and slightly less dramatic… talk to me.”