La Era De Hielo Novels & Stories

"Jeff, what is going on?" "Jeffery." A whisper. Right in my ear. I spun around. No one was there. "Did you hear that?" I asked. "Hear what?" Ella said. "You are scaring me." I turned back to the sky. The clouds were parting. Not slowly. Not naturally. They ripped open like curtains being pulled aside, and the light that spilled through was wrong. Too bright. Too silver. Too cold. The moon. It had appeared in the middle of the daylight sky. Full. Massive. Pulsing. And it was staring directly at me.

Fenris said, his voice dropping into a warning growl. The great iron doors of the fortress rumbled as the temperature in the hall plummeted. Frost began to spiderweb across the stone floor, turning the warm hearths into pale, flickering embers. Outside, the wind had ceased. In its place was a sound that made the very marrow of Elara’s bones ache—a high, keening wail that sounded like the earth itself was splitting open. "They’re here," Sarah said, her voice steady as she held the lantern high. Elara stepped to the door, her tail held high. She wasn't the girl who had arrived at the Ridge in a red silk dress, fearing the butcher. She was the Luna, and she was the anchor of the North.

While he was busy showing off his skills to them, I was prepping myself for the real attack that will end his dominion for good. Southern hemisphere two days later... The place was cold as expected with -89.2°C or -128.6°F. We are in the middle of the frozen sea almost eleven meters deep. Oslec uses his ax-like hammer to dig a hole that is large enough to fit a man. Then Hiro took out a piece of shell from his right jacket pocket and blow a whistle from it. We waited for a few minutes before we saw multiple bubbles popping out from the water and flowing out from the hole.

“What are you?” Her ice form was the color of the deepest layers of the blue glacier as she manifested before him. Leaning forward, she kissed him, peeling away the surface flesh with her freezing touch before once again melting into the glacier. “I am winter and death.” His bleeding lips begged for something he never showed. “Mercy.” Loera drew the mountains of floating ice together, even his beast couldn’t escape. She crushed him slowly until no bone was unbroken and his blood painted the icebergs red. It was there that she held his corpse, waiting for the Daal to come looking for his brother.

Ryan pushed through the crowd immediately and then stopped in his tracks. The entire training field had frozen solid. Not merely covered in a light layer of frost, but completely encased in thick, unyielding ice. Grass, stone, training posts, and equipment—all of it locked beneath a shimmering sheet of ice that stretched across the clearing. At the center of the frozen expanse stood Aria, looking utterly horrified by what she had done. Ryan crossed the distance instantly. “Aria.” Her eyes found him immediately, filled with unshed tears. “I did not mean to.”

The phase-shift zero-G shaft was a graveyard of floating debris and frozen atmospheric vapor, a vertical tunnel of absolute darkness cut only by the pale, stuttering blue glow of Elara’s emergency suit lights. Upward was a relative concept here, dictated only by the heavy iron rungs bolted to the bulkhead.

Pissed that for one stupid second, I felt safe with the man who is supposed to be my weapon. I make it back to my dorm and collapse onto the bed. I pull out the ultrasound photo, staring at the tiny, blurred shape. I'm doing this for you, I whisper. Then my phone buzzes. Lola. I answer. I don't even hesitate. “Hey, sis,” she coos, her voice like sugar-coated venom. “I heard a funny rumor. Someone said they saw you at the Salvator hotel tonight. You aren't actually trying to date Darin, are you? The pro-hockey player who eats girls like you for breakfast?”

It was a cold, thin expression that sent a shiver down Elara’s spine. ​"The signal," Elara rasped. Her heart plummeted. "He is not calling for an army, Kaelen. He is calling for Him." ​From the peaks of the North, a sound returned. It was a deep, tectonic vibration. It began as a low hum in the soles of their feet. It grew into a roar that shook the very foundation of the world. It felt as though the earth itself was cracking open. Huge plumes of snow and ancient ice erupted from the highest peak.

The blast wasn't fire; it was a wave of absolute zero that turned the air into a wall of needles. Kaerith stumbled behind them, her hands glowing with a dull, sickening silver light. She pressed her palms against Aradaa’s back, her teeth chattering so hard they sounded like stones in a jar. "I’m... I’m pushing the heat... but it’s not enough. The ice is digital, Kaelor! It’s eating the thermal energy!" "Into the caves! Move!" Kaelor kicked through a drift, his claws finding purchase on the slick stone of the Frozen Caves.

The Antarctic isn't just a continent; it’s a sensory void. As the Vance-Thorne Aurora—a high-altitude thermal glider—banked over the Queen Maud Land, the horizon disappeared into a white-on-white blur. "Instruments are twitching, Lucian," Isabella shouted from the cockpit. "The magnetic field here is being warped by something under the ice. It’s not just a base; it’s a Geomagnetic Anchor."