Frost Nova Arknights Novels & Stories

Gosh I almost lost it back there, Nora is so annoying! Mom words popped up on my head. •Be careful Zara. Do not get into trouble• I sighed and bit my lower lip, I was about to twist the door knob and leave when I heard footsteps. I turned gently to see the blue haired cutie stepping out from a door. The upper buttons of his shirt are opened, showing his chest. Waiting a sec......what was he doing here?. This is a female restroom. As soon as I thought of that, the sassy queen bee stepped out of the same door Negan came out from.

The goddess had followed me—and she wasn’t alone. Above us, the sky bled silver. From the heart of the Gate, beings spilled out—creatures sculpted from nightmare and memory. The Forgotten, reborn in this world. Twisted shapes cloaked in dusk, eyes glowing with truths mortals were never meant to see. Nyra stood at the edge of the battlefield, her frostcloak torn, blood staining her cheek. “They’re here,” she yelled. “And they brought the storm!” Beside her, Lys emerged from the trees, spectral and glowing. The remaining shard of the Luna Star hovered above her palm, pulsing in sync with my heartbeat.

"I have to stay here. My energy keeps this rift sealed. If I leave, or if I get emotional... the ice breaks." Nova looked at the vortex. She felt its hunger. "You are tired," Nova said, looking at Liam’s fading aura. "You are running out of fuel." "I am old, Nova. The Element is eternal, but my body is not." "Then let me help," Nova stepped back. She took off her gloves. She threw them into the snow. "Nova, no!" Ash yelled, trying to step forward, but an invisible wall stopped him. "Stay back, Ash," Nova commanded gently. "This is family business."

As the warriors sparred: their armor glowed with a beautiful: violet gold light: creating localized heat zones that resisted the mountain’s own evening chill. Leo moved with a heavy: grinding grace: his charcoal grey fur rippling as he demonstrated how to use the thermal energy to shatter the brittle: ice based structures of the Frost Wraiths. Beside him: Toby was a silver needle: his kinetic speed so high that the air around him ignited in small: controlled sunbursts. They were no longer just the boys I had raised in the Fringe; they were the generals of a new world: and the pride in my chest was so sharp it was almost painful.

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.

POV: Aria Monroe The Frost Vale was colder than Aria remembered. Not just in temperature, but in spirit. The trees were skeletal, stripped of bark and life, their branches reaching like claws toward a sky that refused to shine. Snow fell in slow spirals, but it wasn’t pure—it was ash. The ground beneath her boots crunched with bone and ice, the remnants of flame-bearers who had come before. Luna walked beside her, silent, her mark glowing like a beacon in the dark.

I nodded. Lyra looked curiously at the river. Her small hand lifted slightly. The mark on my wrist tingled faintly. “Lyra,” I said gently, “can you feel that?” She tilted her head. Then frowned slightly. “Cold… but not mine,” she whispered. Maren’s breath caught. “What does that mean?” “It means,” Kaelor said quietly, “the frost is anchored artificially.” Maren’s eyes sharpened. “Show me.” I stepped closer to the railing with Lyra.

"Where was that attitude when we flooded that first kingdom?! First you killed the love of my life, and now you took my men down! You will not get away with…" "Save it!" Ash cut him off rudely, "your men are as worthless ad you are. You better leave before we cause more damage." He was speaking with so much aggressiveness that his forehead and arms were coated with palpable veins. "No… we will leave so you and your silly animals can prepare for more. Once again, I underrated your powers and should have come prepared. I'll avenge “Anna." Frost said as he slowly backed away. "I promise, I will avenge her death. You will not get away with this." He said, slowly rising on rooftops of traumatized

It had been a long time since he felt such a strong force coming at him. Frost, who was opposite of Achilles, was pushed back several steps by Achilles. He was looking at Achilles dumbfoundedly. “Oho, since the battle with the Shadow Totem, it’s been years since I met an opponent as good as you and very much to my liking. You are mine today. No one can snatch you away from me.” As soon as the words left his mouth, Achilles swung his casserole-sized fist toward Frost once again. Next, Frost was defeated by his blast and was forced to retreat one step after another. He seemed overwhelmed with shock.