Frost Wyvern Novels & Stories

The creature puffed indignantly, flapped its wings and rushed in pursuit. - My dear mother! – looking back as he ran, a stunned Felix said. The giant wyvern was rushing at full speed straight towards them. The knight bumped into the back of Tristan, who had stopped abruptly, and turned his perplexed gaze towards him. The Supreme's eyebrows were drawn together, betraying his determination. The Lord sharply extended his hand forward, throwing a clot of Power towards the winged creature. Having received a painful blow to the chest, the wyvern lost its balance and swerved to the side. But the attack was clearly not serious for the creature, but simply unexpected. The beast reacted to the next bu

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

Frost gasped, his voice distorted and terrified, "get away, I can't, I can't control—" His body arched off the floor and I stood back, my mouth falling to the floor, as my eyes tried to comprehend the beast metamorphosing in front of me. Then he screamed as frost exploded outward from his body, coating everything in ice.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Moonlight gleamed off the ice-covered trees, turning the valley into a silver graveyard. Beside him, Long knelt in silence, her bronze skin dimmed by dragon scales rising just beneath the surface, breath calm, eyes fixed on the movement below. There—shadows. Dozens of them. Marching in flawless lines. Frostspawn. The vanguard of the Cryo Legion. Not fast. Not loud. But deliberate. Inhumanly synchronized. Each one bore the Sovereign’s mark—a gleaming rune of blue frost on the center of their chests, pulsing in rhythm with a distant signal Steve could feel in the marrow of his bones.

I lowered him gently against the base of the stone pillar, my hands instantly flying to his shredded shoulder armor. "Don't touch the frost..." Nikolai wheezed, his teeth chattering violently as his skin began to take on a terrifying blue tint. "The venom... it freezes the blood core..." He was right. The deep claw wounds across his chest and shoulder were actively smoking with an unnatural, glistening frost rime. The Frost Rime Stalkers were legendary in the deep rifts for a reason; their venom was a biological death sentence for normal werewolves, slowing their healing factors down to zero and freezing their internal organs within minutes. Even a True Alpha King like Nikolai couldn't fight

Toby, who had been scouting in the vehicle’s blind spots, signaled a warning through the link. "Wraiths! They’re coming out of the ice!" Toby shouted. I looked out the viewport and saw them: the Frost-Wraiths. They were the Hollowed wolves we had once hoped to save, but the Void Howl had reached them first. Their fur was no longer mangy or grey; it was a translucent, crystalline black, and their eyes were pits of absolute white. They moved with a jerky, unnatural speed, their paws leaving trails of frost on the metal plating of our transport. They weren't hunting for meat: they were hunting for the heat we carried in our marrow.

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?

He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on. Nick threw Drago a pair of camo shorts, and he quickly slipped them on. “Surrounded by dragons,” she smiled in amazement. Grigo and Marcu stepped forward with black and gray wings spread out. All their wings spun six feet across, and Madchen could see their talons protruding from their fingertips . Madchen couldn’t find any words, instead she stared, mouth agape. They were magnificent, all of them, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

“I can smell them!” Hugo pulled his lips back, hissing. The man's teeth turned sharp and pointed like shark teeth. He didn't have the two special fangs that vampires or shifters used to have, but Aryadi had known for too long that they were more poisonous than any other fangs. The Cursed suddenly darted towards the back door. Burhan gasped for a split second before darting after the holy blood hunter. Aryadi followed Barbara's adoptive father by turning into a black wolf in one jump. Burhan sped up his run until he hit Hugo and sent them both to the side of the road. Aryadi growled and lunged at them, using that moment to grab and drag Hugo's feet into the forest, avoiding the attention of o