Coldheart Raid Novels & Stories

Darkfang Fortress was alive with activity. Tents had sprung up in the outer courtyard. Blacksmiths from Ironhide worked tirelessly beside rune carvers from Shadow Ridge, crafting weapons inscribed with moon-blessed symbols. Scouts from Sunfang ran messages through the woods, moving with near-invisible precision. Healers brewed poultices and enchanted salves in the undercroft. At the center of it all stood Aria, watching the chaos unfold. But her mind was not at ease. There had been a raid. Just last night, a small hunting party from the Redstream Pack had failed to return from a mission near the Hollow Fang border. The next morning, the only thing found was a half-charred banner and a blood-

--- [Blood sacrifice completed] [Summoning Raid boss: Heart of the living Forest. That was the last thing that David wanted to happen. The raid boss that he dreaded came to their doorstep and began to know their doors. With a heavy sigh, he tried to come up with a strategy to guarantee the survival of the army over winning more points, but at least the game threw him an olive branch. [As a Raid boss is involved in the incursion, the timer decreased!] [00:00:00:11:59:54] [Enemy too above the level of the abyss legion detected, the timer decreased!]

"My father would never… he would never approve of attacking civilians. Never!” "I have the reports," I say, voice gruff and cold. I'm close enough now that her scent… wildflowers and fury… is all that I can breathe in. "I saw the aftermath myself. I buried the dead, little wolf. Every one of them." I don't flinch. I see the cracks start to appear in her eyes. "The raid was led by a seasoned warrior. A one with a silver pelt." Recognition hits her like a dagger. I see it drop. I see her break.

What if I could make Jason fall for me only to break his heart in the end? It was a twisted game and something that I wasn't sure that I could do but the thought of seeing Jason's vulnerable side appealed to me. I didn't know much about him but from what I had seen with Ana; when he loved, he loved hard. Breaking his heart would be the ultimate revenge for all the pain he had caused me in the past. It didn't even seem enough on further consideration but it would bruise him deeply enough. I immediately picked up my phone and dialed Liam's number. He answered after a couple of rings, his warm voice filling my ears and I smiled.

“What idea?” Eleanor asked curiously, moving closer to her. “Well..” She scratched her head nervously before speaking. “Well, you can speak to our king, maybe he might give out some soldiers to you.” Nikolai and Luciano stared at each other as if deliberating if that was a good plan. “He might refuse you know? Not everyone wants a problem with Cordenia.” Luciano spoke, knowing well that most of the kingdoms avoided troubles with them, ever since what they did to Narva. Now Daekhram is one small village with very little number of people, that would definitely be the last thing they’ll want to do.

“What else could it be?” “Nevertheless, you’re still incapable of causing much of an upheaval. If the Eight Hollows have the audacity to betray me, I’ll deal with them. Oh, Chase is serving me too.” “Chase?” “That’s right,” Raiden said, “Internal Affairs’ Chase Gardner has a deal with me. We have agreed on him sending people to wake me five years later because I was worried that you wouldn’t be useful when needed.” Adrian interrupted Raiden by saying, “I’m sorry to disappoint you but I’ve already eliminated Chase and the monarch. Wyvern Peak has dominated Navia. While I'm the first person to wake you, I’m also the first person to eliminate you.”

Chapter 104 Livia’s POV I was exhausted. Not the kind of exhaustion sleep could fix, but the kind that sat deep in my bones, gnawing, relentless, and unforgiving. “The Heart again?” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended as I stepped out of the carriage. The towering structures of the central lands loomed before me, cold, ancient, and suffocating. The so-called Heart of the Lands. The place where decisions were made, and where lives were quietly destroyed.

Plenty was the food, the cold appeased their hearts and the land was kind to the spirits. Losing it would be painful. The pact was supreme. In the Frost Giant's head however, reason was pushing hope into a dark corner. How could a human elf survive in the mountains? "Three days," the chieftain said to both Warlords of strange culture. He would call upon the spirits, and no soul would be hidden from him. Dead or alive. "We will seek the traitor."

The water droplet fall on his smooth pale skin which glowed in dard as his long eyelashes stayed like bird's fathers. A little gasp left from her mouth as she realized her face was very close. She could feel his warm breaths on her skin, she immeditately yanked herself back a little while saying "y-yes?" Landon pressed himself closer to crystal. Placing his hands under her chin and raising her face a little. There are only inches between their lips. Landon's hot breath blowing on her face, both their hearts beating like a drum. Landon pulled crystal closer to him ,caging her within his arms.He placed his forehead against hers, feeling their hot breaths mingle together.