Fort Frostmoth Novels & Stories

I curled up in a corner, praying for some warmth. This place used to store frozen seafood. Now, it was just empty shelves and icy air. I stacked the shelves around me, a futile attempt to block the cold. It was useless. When I realized I was dead, a wave of despair washed over me. Seeing my frost-covered body, eyes wide with terror, and bloody nails, I felt a bone-chilling shock. Just as I was about to take a closer look, a force pulled me away, and I found myself standing next to Ean.

KAREN Could it be… At the thought of Carlos Fowler, an unexpected storm swept through my veins freezing me in place with its icy grip. I had been so occupied dreading Collins Morgan forgetting there was a bigger evil after me. I shut my eyes and drew back. “Stay away from me!” I yelled. “Don't hurt me–I have done nothing wrong to you…” I said a quick prayer. Whichever deity was around to hear me should save me. Someone had to save me. Why wouldn't anyone walk this path now?

she says with a grin. “Thanks,” I murmur, taking a grateful sip. The warmth seeps through my gloves, and I allow myself a moment to enjoy it. Before I can comment on the sheer number of decorations, the low hum of a car engine draws my attention. A sleek, silver car pulls up, and out steps Sebastian Frost. Of course, he looks effortlessly dashing, his dark coat and scarf a perfect contrast to the wintry backdrop. My stomach does a little flip. Calm down, Selina.

I waited in the dark parking lot of our school for ten minutes before I saw the headlights that turned toward me. Steve and Mike climbed out of a truck and walked to where I was leaning against my Jeep. They were too relaxed to suspect anything. “Hey, man, this is going to be awesome,” Mike said and blew on his hands and put them under his arms against the cold. I smiled as I looked at them and lifted my hands. “I command from the gods, the righteous path to unfold. Rjóðr eldr.” The red flames formed in my hands and it glowed eerily in the dark.

Their name is spoken in fear, for the saying, "if the moon stares at you, the Night Dancers are near, and your screams will be music." The Frost Fang Pack,or the Masters of the North, perhaps due to the cold climate, they have freezing breath. Their breath and bite freezes flesh to solid. Because of them, the entire Northern Plains are called the Graveyard of ice. "Frostfang will grant your warm heart a cold death", "One touch and you forget warmth". They are mentioned in chilled whispers as "Death's Ice."

One move from her and they were already scattered and spiralling everywhere. She didn’t even look up until she bumped into someone. The latter was rock solid because although Liora was the one who bumped into him, she was the one who was sent metres backwards. She staggered and then raised her head, a familiar face greeting her. Tall. Sharp jawline. Brilliant, Dangerous, Ruthless and a foe. Damien Frost. CEO of Frost Corporation. The Frosts and The Morgans’ were mortal enemies since she could remember. The story was old and ancient and she could barely remember it but she knew that they hated each other in both private and public but sometimes managed to keep up appearances in public.

Frost was found two hours later. A security team to the coordinates Vael gave, a compact site that read as a decommissioned water treatment facility from the outside and was something considerably older inside, and the real Frost in a suspended hold exactly as Vael had described — sitting, breathing, eyes closed, dreamless. He woke inside sixty seconds of the hold being released and spent the first twenty minutes being deeply confused and the next hour being extremely focused, which was, Ava had learned, simply his personality on a sliding scale.

"But Tobias, if you are not ready, we find a different role. I am not forcing anyone into positions they cannot handle." After giving it some thought, he slowly nodded. "I'll make an effort. But I must be able to tell you if it gets to be too much without feeling like I let you down." "Always. It is now part of the protocol to communicate. No one suffers in silence." The first new arrival under the expansion came three days later. A girl named Frost, seventeen, whose ice powers had awakened during a winter storm. Before her pack caught her, she had frozen the water supply of an entire hamlet in an attempt to prevent a flood, almost killing people from dehydration.

"But Tobias, if you are not ready, we find a different role. I am not forcing anyone into positions they cannot handle." After giving it some thought, he slowly nodded. "I'll make an effort. But I must be able to tell you if it gets to be too much without feeling like I let you down." "Always. It is now part of the protocol to communicate. No one suffers in silence." The first new arrival under the expansion came three days later. A girl named Frost, seventeen, whose ice powers had awakened during a winter storm. Before her pack caught her, she had frozen the water supply of an entire hamlet in an attempt to prevent a flood, almost killing people from dehydration.

I throw my broad body over Aichonne and our pup, using my heavy leather cloak to shield them from the swarm of dark, razor-sharp obsidian insects. The freezing wind of the Frostpeak Highlands whips wildly around us, but it is entirely drowned out by the terrifying, high-pitched hum of the approaching locusts. Every muscle in my frame coils tight as steel, my instincts overriding every sense of self-preservation as I curve my massive shoulders to create an absolute perimeter of safety. I refuse to let a single one of these cursed entities touch her or our child.