Novel & Cerita Fort Frostmoth

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

My skin had muted down to normal, but its previous glow must have been enough to attract the attention of a moth, which landed on my hand. It was a large moth, perhaps six inches across, and had a bright red, furry body and two, large, ruby spots on its wings; giving it the appearance of predator eyes. They even glimmered a little like cat eyes; the opalescence in the moth dust catching the moonlight. Those wings shivered as the moth tip-toed slowly up my arm to cling to my shoulder. "Hey there." I glanced down at it; not at all bothered by its presence. This insect was one of mine, a twilight creature, and I sensed our connection immediately. "I'm on a super secret mission to rescue a bunch

He was grateful for Colton's presence which brought him back to his senses before he totally lost it. Colton Luke has been Brian's boy since Colt came to intern in Matthews creation a few years back. He worked as Brian's assistant for a little over two months and Brian got fond of him. He was smart, determined, he hardly got on Brian's toes, unlike his previous assistants who weren't even interns, he was a fast learner, a sort of a tech guru and the list goes on and on. Brian had no choice but to retain Colt who was beyond thrilled to work for him. Apart from the good pay, Colt gets to travel around the world and learn from the best. He has been working for Brian for almost four years now. C

Tami has ruined the whole prospect of him for me. “I don’t know…” I flick back a page. Crotchet? I’ve always wanted to try. It looks like she’s made a blanket. “I need a bit more notice for these things, I’d have to borrow Damon’s car and he might need it tonight.” There’s a website to buy all the gear for it, though it’s covered in nail polish. I’m certain I’ve used this as a mat to paint my toenails on once upon a time. “Codswallop.” He’s shouted it. Suddenly, I’m pulling the phone away. “Just ask him to borrow it, won’t you?” Surely they sell the bare necessities at any old store.

Green light pulsed from its central spire, shooting a beam straight into the earth. "The Frost-Vault," Saoirse whispered, standing beside him. "He’s drilling," Tristan noted, seeing the beam. "He’s already started." "We’re too late?" "No," Tristan said, his eyes locking onto the fortress. "He hasn't breached the core yet. If he had, the sky would be on fire." He turned to the team. "Kill the lights. We run silent from here." The Mammoth went dark. It crawled forward across the ice, a steel predator stalking a dragon.

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the mansion of the Thunder Claw Pack. Anthony, with his group of 49 attractive vampires, approached the imposing gates, their appearance both stunning and unsettling. The pack guards, vigilant at their posts, exchanged wary glances as they observed the peculiar group. The lead guard, a burly werewolf with a keen sense of suspicion, took a step forward. "State your business. Who are you, and what brings you to the Thunder Claw Pack?" he demanded, his voice resonating authority.

The iron hatch groaned as Killian forced it open, revealing the inner sanctum of the Frostbite Citadel. Unlike the steaming vents below, this hall was a cathedral of absolute zero. The walls were made of compressed glacial ice, so clear that you could see the frozen corpses of Ragnar’s enemies trapped within the layers like prehistoric insects.

The sound of rustling pages faded, replaced by a sudden, violent rushing sound in my ears. White. Everywhere was blinding, freezing white. I wasn't sitting in a warm classroom. I was breathing in air so cold it burned my lungs . The smell of pine and wet earth overwhelmed my nostrils. I was moving, heavy and exhausted, my boots sinking deep into packed snow. There was a weight on my back. A heavy, solid weight. “Put me down, Foster,” a voice hissed in my ear. It was Ward’s voice, but it wasn't the calm, detached tone he used during lectures. It was raw. “I can walk. Put me the hell down.”

So in their eyes, I was nothing more than a tool to be completely drained of worth. The storm felt as though it were freezing my organs solid, but I summoned the last of my strength, curled my fingers and pushed the car door open again. My stiff limbs gave way the moment I stepped out, and I fell hard into the snow. Hearing the noises from my end, Zachary scoffed, his sneer almost visible in his voice. "No way, are you trying to rupture the heating pipes again? You can't even bear to hurt a mouse, so why are you acting all scary now?

It’s not often I feel the need to use it, but the thickness in my throat only gets slicker with the phantom taste I’m trying to forget. The low peaks or base of the Steep, is where my Uncle’s people gather in the Frost. Not even the gods themselves stay on the Mountain when Frost sets in. The entire structure is a block of ice, during those courses. If not for the cold, or them not knowing what running water, let alone a bed is, I might consider travelling with them more like my father does.