La Era De Hielo Novels & Stories

demanded the frost princess. There was no hint of a smile on her face, and being so close to her, Maria could've sworn she saw malice flash in this girl's eyes. Standing before Maria was Eira Snow, a girl who was known to never smile with words that cut sharp like ice. She reminded Maria of an ice-princess with her pale skin, icy-blue eyes, and snow-white and pale blue ombre locks flowing down her back, wearing a pretty indigo and midnight-blue dress.

The Gulfstream skidded across the frozen plateau, sparks flying in the sub-zero air, until it came to a grinding halt inches from the base of the mountain. The silence that followed was deafening. Alessandro forced the emergency hatch open. The cold hit him like a physical blow, a -40°C wind that turned his breath into instant crystals. He helped Caro and the children out, their boots crunching on ice that hadn't seen the sun in a thousand years. They stood before the Great Iris. Alessandro stepped up to a small, frozen console near the seam of the metal. He wiped away the frost and placed his hand on a glass plate.

The Board was using the same acoustic attack they had used at the Anchor, but amplified by the mountain’s echo. “Maya!” I screamed as a section of the translucent ribs shattered, the freezing Alpine air rushing into the room. Elara stepped to the centre of the pool, her voice rising into a piercing, glass-shattering shriek. The water erupted into a wall of ice, shielding us from the wind. “Lisa, take the child!” Elara shouted over the roar. “There is a tunnel beneath the pool. It leads to a research station three miles down the glacier. You must go!”

"They have the Great Archive. They know things about our biology that even Silas Vane didn't. They’re going to try to turn us against each other, Elara. They'll use the Fire to melt the Ice." "Let them try," Elara said. "They don't know what it’s like to be a pack that chose each other. They only know the blood they were born with." The Approach to Bergen On the fourth day, the jagged, snow-capped fjords of Norway appeared on the horizon. The sky was a bruised charcoal gray, and the water was filled with "Ghost-Ice"—large, translucent bergs that seemed to move against the current. "Rhys, report," Elara said, stepping onto the bridge.

Snow Slope — Lena Lena tumbled down the icy slope, her hands shredding against frozen rock, her throat raw from screaming. “ELIAS! ELIAS!!” The night swallowed her voice. The world blurred — white snow, black sky, cold wind cutting her skin. She hit the ground hard, the impact sending a bolt of pain up her spine. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. She could only cry. “No… no… Elias… please…”

The Tundra Wall will become the final guarantor of the Continental Seal, protecting the North, not isolating it. The final, absolute victory of the Continental Alliance. Aelia, the heir of Light and Earth, had mastered the discipline of Ice and secured the true, elemental stability of the entire continent, ushering in the undisputed, final Era of Peace, guaranteed by the elemental harmony of all the great packs.

The last rays of arctic daylight flickered across the frozen waves, dimming into shades of slate and violet as the transport skimmer knifed northward through a narrow channel of ice. Lena stood at the edge of the vessel, eyes narrowed against the frigid wind. Her breath plumed white. The cold cut through her gloves like knives.

Seventy degrees north latitude. The Svalbard archipelago was a frozen wasteland of jagged glaciers and howling whiteouts, where the temperature plunged to forty degrees below zero and the Arctic wind whipped snow across the dark tundra like razor wire. Through the blinding blizzard, a heavy armored, track-driven command crawler glided silently up the icy mountain pass toward the base of the Longyear Glacier.

Brianna joined in to help her sister, but I had Tracy in a tight lock and I wasn't going to loosen up even if the world was ending. Unfortunately, my anger was short-lived. I fell back as a cold and thunderous voice rumbled through the air. “What in Gaia's sake is happening here?” Her voice cut through my bone line razor sharp blade. Her heels clicked on the floor, pulling an unnerving cloud of fear with her. “Lena, you'd better have a perfect explanation, or I'm gonna skin you alive for trying to harm my daughters!” She snapped.

she said quietly, so as not to wake Lucia. "Yes," Sienna agreed. "He is." Dante appeared in the kitchen doorway. "Maya," he said quietly. "There's something Sienna and I need to discuss. Would you mind—" "I'll watch Lucia," Maya said immediately, and settled into the chair across from the sleeping Lucia with the specific comfortable assumption of someone who had decided this was exactly where she was supposed to be. Sienna and Dante went to the terrace. The March night was cold, properly cold, the lake doing its winter thing with the wind off the water finding every gap in whatever you were wearing. They stood at the railing with their hands around their wine glasses and the city below them