Fort Frostmoth Novels & Stories

"You broke them. You stole their pups. You made them hate you." "Yes." Corvus didn't look away. "I'm not asking for forgiveness. I'm offering what's left of my resources. The fortress. The records. The surviving soldiers. If the Frostmarch is coming, you'll need every blade you can get." Kellan pulled the map toward him and began marking positions. "Numbers. What are we facing?" "The Frostmarch forces are difficult to estimate. They don't march as a single army. They send hunting parties. Four or five wolves each, highly trained, operating independently. But if they mobilize fully—" Corvus paused. "Three thousand. Perhaps more."

I was startled awake by a sudden chill. Winter's frost iced my chambers, and Jokul Frosti was keeping quarters by the burnt out hearth, ice Jotun that Jokul was. I banished the sprite Jokul with a bit of runefire from my fingertips, and he danced out with a holler and hoot. I suddenly felt as cold as the river of knives, Nastrond, where the Damned were felled and rotted eternally.

"Not until you understand that the man who rejected you seven years ago doesn't exist anymore. And not until you give me the chance to prove it." As Raven turned to walk away, her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. A video file, timestamp showing it was taken that morning. When she opened it with trembling hands, she watched footage of herself in her apartment—sleeping, unaware, completely vulnerable. Multiple camera angles. Professional equipment. The video's final frame showed a message in white text: "Come to the Cascade Mountains. Come alone. Or I'll burn every connection you've ever made. —D"

Five years after my parents' divorce, I met my mother at school. She had just finished a parent-teacher meeting for her stepdaughter, who was the top student in the grade, and was beaming with joy. The moment she saw me, her expression darkened. "Do you always come to school dressed like this? This is how your father is raising you?" She handed me a business card and said in a condescending tone, "Take this. Tell your father that I'll enroll you in the international program right away if he's willing to admit his mistake. It's better than staying in the regular program and struggling." I did not take it and took a few steps back. "No thanks, Ms. Stroll." She frowned, her eyes filled with

Frost hummed and continued her pacing, slower this time. "Dark Blue," she said quietly. Wow, I wish I could see them. I wonder what is there significance. Frost suddenly snapped her fingers. "Maybe we can ask them," she said with a bright smile on her face. "There's a bonfire at the edge of town and I know that they'll be there," she explained. "Tonight, are you crazy, they are werewolves and its a full moon," I nearly screamed. Frost shrugged and stepped closer to my closet.

Trees on either side of the narrow road swayed with the force of the strong wind and it made the snow fell from the trees in clumps, coming down like white powder to blanket the ground. It would be beautiful if it were not so creepy out here in the middle of nowhere with nothing but trees and vast darkness to surround them.

The pale glow of the moon cast a haunting blue light across the snow as Chloe shivered against the bitter wind. She had no doubt the winter landscape would be a beautiful sight if it weren't for the fact she had been out in the freezing cold for hours. The tense silence around her was broken by the chatter of her own teeth and the rhythmic crunch of boots in the snow as the guards prowled around her and the fourteen other girls currently stood in the snow in nothing more than their underwear.

does not work. I could not get out. I yelled and banged my fist on the door, but I guess it must have been too thick, because no one heard me." Marco looked at her concerned. "You are sure that you are alright?" His eyes seemed to be checking her over for any other kind of injury that he had not noticed before. "Yes I am fine. I was just really cold. That has to be the coldest freezer I have ever been in." Christos and Lyle walked in. "That is because you locked yourself in a flash freezer. It is made for freezing things quickly. I did tell you to stay out of those. I knew that the door lock was broken and I did not want you messing with it. You are very lucky that Amaris fou

All things I'd have been perfectly content never knowing. Once the strangers were completely mutilated beyond recognition, they were finally begging for death. Blake smiled more widely than I'd ever seen as he leaned closer to them, appearing almost euphoric in their misery. They confessed that they were from the Silver Moon Pack in Maine. They had formed an alliance as a promise for reinforcement in their own ongoing disputes. Luckily, Silver Moon Pack was a smaller pack and not a true threat to us. However, it wasn’t clear how many other packs may be forming alliances with the Bois Sombre Pack—it was likely they were not the only one.

He wasn't sure he pronounced camerul right. "Cameruls are baby Camoflies. Camoflies are mystical birds with a tail. And they don't have feathers, they have furs. Most interesting part is they don't lay eggs and the moment they give birth, they turn to dust, leaving their babies behind. They are the most friendly mystical creature in the forest". Jamie appeared to enjoy speaking about the mystical creature and Jared listened with keen interest. He saw the excitement that sprung in Jamie's eyes as he spoke about the Camoflies. "So, did you find any?". Jared was also interested in the creature. He had not been able to fathom the giant bird he saw the other day at the forest.