Frost Wyvern Novels & Stories

The unified army of Lycans and wolves we’d left behind was breaking apart, scattering like a spell losing its shape. We climbed over the final hill, staring down at the royal valley, and for a second the whole world felt like it stopped turning. The Ice-Wyrm wasn’t just a monster. It was a living, breathing glacier. The colossal thing was hundreds of feet long, like a massive wingless dragon, but fully draped in impenetrable translucent blue ice armor. It slithered through the valley, crushing everything in its path with lazy certainty. When it unhinged its massive jaws, it didn’t breathe fire—no, it released a blinding beam of absolute-zero frost that instantly flash-froze a battalion of fl

Ethan Brownfur was one of the rarest magicians that possessed special talent to induce fragmented soul into a weapon. Fourteen years ago, Ethan had created three rune weapons from the remaining soul of Fenrir, the legendary breath winter wolf, who weaved eternal ice to the surrounding of Blackfrost Kingdom. Ethan presented the Frostbringer to Jayden, a blue-crystal sword that could emit freezing rays; He gave the Hailstorm to Carson, a giant two-handed axe that could summon blizzards and strong winds; lastly, he granted Aiden the Frozenthorn, a gallant white crystal-spear that could raise icicle spikes from the ground.

As white mist surrounded Frostcalibur, Arth drove its point through the ground and cast, “Hiems Aeterna!” The legendary sword released dark rays of alar bursting out of the blade; rays of souls it had eaten. The smoke of gray puffed out along with the rays. It created a powerful wind, circling the sword, growing bigger and bigger like a tornado, that Arth had squinted his eyes from all the flying dust with the wind. The dark smoke and rays joined the circling wind, expanding and expanding until the tornado trapped Arth inside. Eternal Winter … one of Frostcalibur’s original powers. It was the only choice he had to hold off all the beasts and armies coming to him.

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

The giant snake beast spasmed, its tail was burned. A smell of burning meat wafted in the air. Frost, who was still riding atop the snow wolf beast leaped forward and landed onto the giant snake’s beast body. A giant bluish-white fire sword appeared in Frost’s hand. “Lend me your strength.” Frost whispered to no one, her pair of eyes dimmed, a vicious smile plastered onto her pretty face. Frost raised the bluish-white fire sword, its fires started growing in an abnormal size till it's almost a hundred’s times of Frost’s size.

Rain was pouring heavily, leaving some loose strands of hair dangling around her drenched face. Her black converse bonnet is soaking wet and it felt so frore on her head. Calming herself, she listened to the voice in her head, having no other options for help. The creature before her kept grunting as if speaking in a language she doesn't understand. "Now Luna, orcs are VERY dumb. All you need to do is repeat after me, and by my signal you should sprint to the direction I told you—to that dark alleyway."

The girl stood completely still. “Yarsi,” she whispered, her lips curved into a smile, showing pointed fangs, a silver light sparkling in her eyes. Hoarfrost crawled to the protective dome of Radolyub and Mida, which was the first on its path. Black clots emerged from the ground and slowly moved up the energy barrier. Both mages looked around anxiously and whispered incantations. The thick substance confidently spread over their dome, gradually closing up from all sides. When she rose above human height, a frightened cry of Mida was heard. Their dome shook, began to narrow and sag. At the same time, the rest of the frost moving along the road rounded it and crawled on.

He ran his hands over his face regretfully. “Are you certain that she wasn't injured?” Austin asked, and he nodded. “Elvina Howlember is very powerful and is a full-blood, druid wolf. She decompresses by having sex so I'm certain that is what she's doing,” He muttered. The front door opened just then, and Elvina came in, and when she saw all of us, she screwed her face. “Good morning,” she said sheepishly, and Nick just grunted at her.

“They weren't. But your father, Nathan. He was a hard man. He believed they were curses, and convinced everyone else to believe so too. He saw their power and mistook it as danger.” I could hear the bitterness etched in her voice. “It was a necessary evil, your father had said, to preserve peace and balance.” The man she'd told me about sounded nothing like my father. He wasn't a hard man, wasn't one to rush into decisions that could have dire consequences. Neither was he a man to instigate war. “If the Frost demons weren't a curse. What were they?” She took a breath. “They were true breeds of wolves. Creatures with furs of white and silver. They had strength like no other, and could shift a

said Crimson to Violet. "I took it to the precinct." They turned to find that the woman was no longer on the ground. "Crimson, look out!" Violet cried before shoving him to the side and Crimson watched while his female counterpart got blasted by a bolt of lightning that was intended for him. Her body suddenly burst into a wave of purple light. "Violet, no!" Crimson dashed to where she had been standing but there was nothing there except for the purple haze that still glowed from the aftermath of the blast.