Terraria Frost King Novels & Stories

While the High Shield Outpost provided a rugged, isolated sanctuary for Elara and Rowan, the royal retreat of the Silver Peaks offered a different kind of refuge for Lyra and King Aldric. Located on a sheer cliffside overlooking the roaring, frozen cataracts of the Western Marches—the very territory Aldric had legally severed from his crown and granted to his queen—the Citadel of Frost was a masterpiece of ancient architecture. Its high, vaulted ceilings were made of polished white stone, and its expansive glass galleries looked out over a vast, breathtaking wilderness of ice and sky.

“Are you awake?” As a faint smile formed on my lips, I straightened upright and nodded. “Yes” “Excuse me, may I know where I am?” I murmured softly. I could barely speak loudly because I was weak beyond measure and at that instant, a woman approached me with a smile on her face. “Congratulations” I furrowed my brows in puzzlement. “Congratulations?” “Yes, congratulations on being picked as the Rogue King’s Breeder” Initially, I had to glance behind me just to confirm that the individual she referred to was standing there because it couldn’t possibly be me!

I quickly made a mental note: beast tamers, thaumaturgists, poison masters, physicians; that's four I've learnt of so far. Meanwhile, looking at my expression, Black Frost interpreted it for unwillingness to speak. It quickly apologised: “Pardon me... for my presumptuousness.” Unbothered to clear its misconception, I asked rather, “Where's the princess?” “This...” Black Frost didn't see that coming. It frowned slightly, but on realising it was now my tamed beast, it quickly added, “I'll take you to her immediately!” It lowered its wings for me to hop in, and I hopped in without a second thought. Just then, I heard, “What about us?”

Meanwhile, in a frozen land beyond the twin valleys of Rebelliad, stood a stoic and impregnable wall made of ice that spreads from east to west without seeing its end is the might kingdom of the north, Fressia. Fressia Kingdom is home of the rare arctic wolves of Selestine, and it is a kingdom that is filled with white snow all year round. And at this time of the night, in the west palace hall where some renowned figures in the kingdom stays, a spacious chamber is brightly lit as the hearth burned fiercely which radiates off the needed warmth to the always chilling temperature of the northern land. General Markus, the war god of the Fressia Kingdom that relieves them of the threat from the w

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

"The former King of beasts, the King of Wastelands, ruler of the Queendom in the middle of nowhere, Darach King along with his soulmate, the infamous Cold Queen of Wastelands, Ruler of a Queendom in the middle of nowhere, the breaker of unwanted fated matebond of Lycans. The Queen of all Witches and Wizards and a potential hier to the Lycan throne, Amber King from the House of Untouchables has arrived on Neutral Grounds the territory of Ackley the Oak King." The herald was halfway between his announcement when Darach King and Queen Amber took their seats after offering an acknowledging nod to the Oak King and assuring smiles to Aric King. Amber peeked at the Fey King. The grandfather she was

"Hey! That's my toy!" I watch as the kid cries for her toy, being bullied by older kids. I stood up from the roof and walked away, I hate seeing such scenarios. I walked towards the Grymkin's forest, my clan's forest, this is where my clan moved after someone had spread a hideous rumor about us, which is true. Our clan controls fire. The kingdom has given us the title of "Grymkin's Protector" when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes.

The vampire kingdom is a dark, damp, and cold place as Willow expected. She scrunched her nose as her foot landed on another muddy puddle, slowly ruining her sneakers. The vampire kingdom is located between the werewolf and fae kingdom. Hence, it is colder than fae and damper than werewolf one where cold is a constant companion. "I hate this place," Willow muttered under her breath. Fae likes sunshine and autumn. The dewy, fresh smell of the leaves, the scents that a flower emits while blooming, the warm sun rays on the skin, everything is wonderful. Which is not the case with this kingdom.

“Just that, and it’ll work? Everything else is already done?” “Yes! I just need to get the sap!” Hope flares bright in the little worm’s eyes. He thinks he’s safe. Too bad he’s so naïve. Frost’s cold voice cuts through the night air. “Good. Then we don’t need the witch anymore.” Kian growls, then clamps down on Erik’s neck and rips out his throat.

Saliva dripped like tar from their jaws, and their movements were jerky, twitching unnaturally. “Possessed!” I shouted. Rhett shifted in a blink, a blur of black fur and bared fangs. I called on the cold, let it surge through my veins. It was stronger now—more obedient. A smooth surge of winter power spread outward, coating the earth in frost. The wolves lunged.