Frost Nova Arknights Novels & Stories

The frost answered. It was not cold. It was warm, golden, terrible. It erupted from my palm like a sunrise, spreading across the valley, filling every corner with light. The dark elves froze mid-stride, their bodies turning to ice. The vampires crumbled, their undead flesh turning to ash. The night wraiths dissolved into mist. The fae fell from the sky, their dark wings shattering. My frost could take on different forms, more like it wasn't frost anymore. but a medium through which my faith power exerted itself. The war beasts roared and charged. I turned to them, and the frost answered again. The beasts froze mid-lunge, their bodies suspended in golden ice. They shattered into fragments, th

"The Shadow Alpha was the rot in the roots, but the First King... he is the winter that kills the tree to save the forest. To him, we are all just corrupted versions of his original design." The transport touched down with a jarring thud on the High Balcony. I didn't wait for the ramp to fully lower. I stepped out into the freezing air, the scent of ancient ozone and scorched earth hitting me like a physical blow. The city was in chaos. The Frost-Guard, usually the most disciplined warriors in the world, were kneeling. They weren't being forced down by gravity; they were bowing. Their instincts, buried deep in their DNA, were recognizing their creator.

As I wondered who had set them off, a message from Amy popped up. "Carla, aren't they beautiful? Johnny set off all those fireworks for me. If you know what those fireworks mean, you'd better step aside and give up your title as Luna." I smiled. "You can keep Johnny, but the Luna title stays with me." Right after I sent that, Johnny connected with me through our mind-link, his roar giving me a headache. "Carla! What are you doing?! Amy's been crying ever since she texted you! Do you still want to remain as Luna? If you can't do the work, I'll find someone else who can!"

Rachel excitedly introduced me to the rest of the pack who had been away on a business trip and only just arrived back from what I had gathered. "Hello Luna, my name is Natasha." One of the girls exclaimed. She seemed nice as she went round the room telling me who everyone was. " And you?" I called out to the girl who was throwing daggers my way. She scowled and stared at the floor. I found this very disrespectful behaviour towards someone who was meant to be their future Luna and found myself snapping at the girl. "Is this how you treat your future Luna. Perhaps the alpha will have something to say about this." The room fell silent as the girl glared at me.

“So you're here about the new project, right?” “Not really, I want to talk to you about something else.” “Which is?” “I really aim to know what you are doing with Naomi, come on, she is woofless and will not fit to be your Luna.” “What's that supposed to mean, Rufus? If she is woofless, does it mean she is useless? Please mind how you use your language on my lover.” I said angrily. “Open your eyes Nicklaus, you are handsome, and it's effortless to get any ladies of your choice, I can also recommend someone to you.” He said.

“Ting.” The Archivist didn't appear in the shadows this time. He appeared standing on the very edge of the drawbridge, his feet hovering over the abyss. “Task Twelve: A Queen must have a crown. To break the morale of the Southern knights, you must manifest the ‘Frost-Glow.’ Use the heat of the mark behind your ear to ignite the air around you. Show them the North has claimed you.” I closed my eyes. I didn't fight the burning behind my ear this time. I leaned into it. I thought of the well where I had died. I thought of the cold tea. I thought of the fire Kaelen had lit in my soul.

The settlements were being torn apart by Fenris's army, which consisted of dark wolves that were snarling and covered in blood. I took off running. Quicker than in the past. I was there in the middle of the mayhem in a matter of seconds. I raised my hands and whispered the Moon's incantation, my eyes glowing silver. "Lunarae Velthir." The dark wolves were thrown back as a surge of silver energy erupted all around me. The fire went out in the middle. The earth shook under my feet. I raised my voice and turned to the survivors. "Stand with me!"

“We stop the breach.” --- Elsewhere on the field, Wren of the Frostbound moved through the chaos like a blade in winter wind. Her warriors—cloaked in white and ice—were holding the northern flank, pushing back Hollow Fang scouts trying to circle the allied army. “Hold the ridge!” she commanded. “Don’t let them collapse our rear!” A frost wolf beside her, glowing with moon glyphs etched into his fur, shouted, “Wren! The breach is opening!” “I see it,” she replied grimly. “Send the word. We fall back only if Aria falls.”

The dark light suddenly enveloped the cold blue light. The two of them clashed mid-air, and in just a moment, cracking sounds could be heard. The cold blue light had been shattered into pieces of snow. They were blown away by the wind as they fell to the ground. Fane's Destroying the Void did not lose a beat. After destroying the Soul Frost, it slashed right at Rufus. From the start, Rufus had never even thought that he would lose to the masked brat in front of him. He had thought that there was no way his Soul Frost could have been blocked.

The sharp, rhythmic barking of commands split the air as the warriors of the Midnight Frost Vanguard scrambled into defensive formations, their heavy steel armor clanking against the stone. "Luna!" Commander Freya burst into the chamber, her hand already gripping the hilt of the massive broadsword sheathed at her hip. Her sharp grey eyes were flashing with a dangerous, feral light. "The southern borders have been breached. A war party from the Bloodstone Pack has bypassed the lower ridges. They are standing directly outside our main perimeter."