Frost Nova Arknights Novels & Stories

Selene's POV The whisper reached me through the servant girl who brought my morning water. "Luna." She kept her eyes down, her voice barely above a breath. "There are wolves at the northern border, with frostveil markings on their cloaks, six of them. They're asking for Lord Casimir." I said nothing. I took the cup from her hands and dismissed her. Frostveil had come. --- By midmorning, the tension in the keep had shifted. I could feel it in the way the guards moved faster, spoke less, and avoided eye contact. Word traveled in a pack the way blood travels through a body—fast and everywhere at once.

he intoned, "to serve with strength of heart, clarity of mind, and loyalty unbroken as Luna Alpha of Shadowclaw? Do you accept the mantle placed upon you?" "I do. Before my Alpha, before my pack, and before the ancestors who watch, I pledge my life and loyalty to Shadowclaw." Nova said, voice calm. She felt a wave of heat wash over her. "Do you Alpha accept her oath?" "I accept her oath and acknowledge her claim. Let the ancestors witness it," Fin rasped. He cleared his throat to play it off. The stone pulsed white. Nova and Fin both were able to remove their hands. Just like last time, they both pulled their hands off much too forcefully.

“Remove her name. Now. She’s not going with me. I need to speak to her, right now!” Frakas didn’t wait for further instruction. He turned and fled down the hallway like his life depended on it, which it just might. My hands balled into fists as I stormed out. What was she playing at? Sneaking her name onto a warrior mission list to Silver Claw Pack? Was she trying to prove something? Or was there something more to this? But my furious thoughts were cut off when I stepped into the training yard. And what I saw made my blood run cold.

She ran to the communications center where Victor, Morrison, and Catherine had already assembled via video link. Navarro appeared on screen, looking older than Maya had ever seen her. Exhausted. Frightened. "I'm going to be direct. The climate stabilization we've been celebrating—the moderating temperatures, the predictable patterns—it's temporary. Our models were based on natural climate collapse. We were wrong. This isn't natural." Victor leaned forward. "Explain." "The freeze was triggered by an artificial mechanism. We've found evidence in atmospheric data—isotope signatures that don't occur naturally. Someone created technology capable of inducing rapid global temperature change. And th

Realizing that Anna’s tactical genius and automated supply lines were their only true hope of surviving the coming winter, their skepticism melted into wild ferocity. With a unified and terrifying war cry, the Frost Tooth chieftain charged forward, leading his heavy spearmen straight into the fray, plunging their frost-infused weapons into the darkness, locking the horde in a vice grip. On the balcony, Anna watched the chaotic clash of steel, ice and shadow. Her gold aura began to rise again, radiating outward from her core like a soft radiant sun. The gentle warmth stabilized the freezing static-charged air of the keep, insulating the fragile mainframe servers from the ionization fallout an

Aurelia raised her hand, power glowing at her fingertips. I didn’t move. She lifted both hands, palms outward, and the air dropped ten degrees in a blink. Frost spread from her boots in a circular wave, curling up the wooden stage. The air crackled with quiet, elegant threat. “I did not cause the war,” she said, calm but cold. “But I will fight in it. For every wolf who chooses to stand beside me.” The air fell still.

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.

As she thought of the towering Alpha who had just offered Emerald the world and asked for nothing but time in return, her gaze softened with profound respect. "I have known the Frost family for as long as I can remember," Nesha told her honestly, holding Emerald's gaze. "And the one thing I know for absolute certain about the Frosts is that they are a fiercely loyal family. They protect their own with everything they have. And I truly think Zyan sees this mate bond for exactly what it is—the Moon Goddess's perfect plan." "But a second chance bond?" Emerald whispered, the deep, lingering insecurity finally bleeding into her voice as she looked down at her hands. "What does a powerful Alpha li

Frostgrave points to the holographic projection, where beams of light trace a new image. “She is your target,” says Dr. Frostgrave. "You must locate Orchid O'Neal and bring her back alive and in one piece." The new image turns into a portrait of an attractive young woman with red hair. More murmurs run through the room. Someone behind me whistles again. "Bring her back in one piece?" Donovitch whispers beside me. "That's right. Once I get my hands on this little bitch, I'm going to have to check every inch to make sure there aren't any pieces missing."

Fear. But today is different. Today, I’m dressed in silk instead of a white hospital gown. Today, my name is on a guest list I never thought I’d see again. The Luna Festival. My final obligation before I disappear for good. They say the goddess watches us on this night. I hope she sees me. I hope she knows… I tried. The Luna Festival is an annual celebration. A different pack hosts it each year, and tradition says no wolf can miss it more than seven times.