Romans & histoires Frost Wyvern

She asked, her eyes turning white as she powered the arcane eye. “Yes mam” Froster was a Dragonwolf, their kind did not acknowledge fear. But he knew that activating the eye would reveal the tendrils of energy that had encapsulated the island. He saw the tendrils just before they arrived, the pulsing mass of wild radiance that grew and shrunk with every beating second. An indicator that confirmed the presence of uncontrollable if not infernal arcane magic.

of your status want me though?” I ask shifting back just a smidge. “You look like I could have fun with you. Simple.” He replied his eyes darkening as he moved towards me a few steps. “Now why do you keep moving away from me little girl? You know I am bigger than you and as I have been told you can't shift all it would take is for me to shift and I could outrun you.” His voice took a dangerous edge as he looked down at me. “I like my space.” I mumbled praying silently Clarissa would come around the corner but then a scent I was growing to love hit my nose. Sandalwood and amber, the smell I knew now to be Wayne’s. “Now I suggest you back up.” I smiled at Luccus knowing any moment Wayne shoul

I sighed and told them what the spirit told me. “But why only to Lady Seraphina? The spirit could have just meet Sir Zale, and since he is a water element user, the heir to say the least, why not him?” Asked Notus while looking confused. I sighed and just crouched to be at his eye level. “If the spirit were to summon Zale, then it will just end there. Remember when I said that the vengeance spirit was a fire? It might be a fire spirit that was tainted by some pollution from here.” I explained.

She was talking in Dragon language and the word meant ' Coward ' In a moment, Frore raised her sword over her head and ice started to cover it like a veil. With a scorn, she progressed towards him in full force and speed that it barely gave Vayldre the time to block her attack. Fire engulfed Vayldre's sword and when their Swords clashed together a loud cling sound shook the whole forest. Their powers overflowed and destroyed everything around them, turning them to ashes. Icy ashes. As their eyes met, Frore blinked rapidly and fell down on the ground with her body going limp. The sword in her hand had broken down into pieces after their swords clashed.

Silver is one of the few weaknesses of werewolves. I looked around as i realise that this is probably the pack torture chamber. I covered my mouth as I watched this man literally laying on his own dirt. Before I knew it, he turned his head towards me in a slow and bizarre motion. His eyes are no longer looking alive. He raised his hand a bit as i watch his skin disintegrate under the silver chain and healed just to go through the same torture all over again. “You..” he whispered with a hoarse voice. “It’s because of you.”

But Frost gestures for them to stand down, clasping arms warmly in greeting. "Well met, brothers. I have returned, and bring glad tidings." He turns, beckoning us forward. "This is Scar, the last dragon bonded to Lena. And his second in command, Hermes. They come as allies this day." Wonderment reflects on the weathered faces studying us. I exchange subtle nods with the bald, muscle-clad warrior who steps forward - Flint, Frost's second-in-command if I recall. His steely gaze promises thorough scrutiny, but I detect no overt hostility from any. Frost's word holds weight here.

She smiled, “That would be great.” We walked to the kitchen, so that I could finish supper, when I saw another group of dark warlocks outside, trying to see in. I launched daggers at them and they all dropped. Lori asked, “How do you do that?” I laughed, “I have a bunch of daggers and spears premade so that I can do that. I tell the weapons where to stab them, and they do it.” She smiled, “That is such an amazing ability. I bet it has come in handy. I smiled, “It has. They are made of ice, but they don’t melt until I use them. Then they melt immediately. They are invisible to the enemy, but I have a spell on them that will make them melt immediately if anyone but me touches them or hands the

He opened the door and she quickly squirmed to the bed and sank in. He had promised but could not resist the way she lay seductively on the bed. She had her clothes on, and she called out to him. He took off her shoes fighting off the temptation. She beckoned to him and he laid beside her. She turned towards him and kissed him. They both kissed for a while and then he unzipped her dress as he could see she was yearning for more. They held each other closely while he took off the hooks of her bra. She tugged at his shirt trying to get it off him. She reached out her hands and ran them through his hairy chest. In between gasps for air and kisses. She drew closer to him to let him in. He hesita

She fumbled with the rusty latch, her hands slick with rain and blood. Finally, the gate groaned open. Freedom. She staggered through— straight into a figure cloaked in shadow. Claire’s scream was muffled by a rough hand clamping over her mouth. She struggled, but the grip was too strong. Hot breath brushed her ear as a voice whispered: "You're coming wi th me, little thief." Claire's blood turned to ice. ---

"I am the Keeper of the South. I have watched you from afar. Your rise. Your struggles. Your victories." "Where are my scouts?" "They are safe. I have kept them as guests." She smiles, but there is no warmth in it. "I needed to bring you here. To speak with you." "Speak, then." "The southern territories are awakening. An ancient power stirs beneath the ice. A power that has been sleeping for centuries. It threatens to consume everything. Your kingdom. Your people. Your world." "What power?" "The Frost Wolf. A creature of ice and winter. It is the opposite of the Dark Wolf. Where the Dark Wolf is shadow, the Frost Wolf is cold. It seeks to freeze the world. To cover everything in ice."