Terraria Frost King Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, I don't think I actually know your name." The Horde King tipped his head back and laughed. Once he wound down his mirth, he cleared his throat. "Felix of Ravenscourt, Goddess Kiema." He swept into a courtly bow. "Really?" I shook my head. "Join us, Felix of Ravenscourt, Horde King of the Dark Fae." "Goddess?" Seagull sneered. "Shooting a little higher than our station, huh?" I lifted my shirt, revealed my rune. "It would seem then that Heppni has been lying about more than just her brother Hellion."

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.

"Well, the First King was the offspring of a Frost Giant with a human. It was said that the human died of child birth and that her Frost Giant lover ended up hating the child because he was the cause of her death. So he left the child to die. The First King was abandoned as a baby. The Wolf God took pity on the child and in the form of a wolf, had taken care of the child. Then a man from the tribe found him and took him in, along with the wolf that had never left the child’s side. The leader raised him. He grew up and one day, he challenged the leader of the tribe. The tribe supported him. He was good and fair to us, and we were willing to follow him to the end of the land. He led an entire

One of them was from the Blackfrost Kingdom, the kingdom that possessed the greatest threat to him. He rose from his bed when the wall mirror began to flicker and a man behind the mirror came into view. “Good morning, your majesty,” the man on the mirror said and bowed. As the richest kingdom in Wolftopia, the King’s chamber was designed beautifully and filled with luxurious furniture and plentiful rune weapons. Just like his youngest brother Ethan, Edgar Brownfur also possessed a rare talent to trap a soul inside a rune crystal, which allowed him to do mischievous things that no one could.

the deep, ancient hoarse voice echoed, "how dare you call my Queen such a filthy name? How many thousands of lives will you use to beg for my forgiveness, Alpha Frost?" Kaelen looked up in disbelief, her body trembling reflexively with fear down to the deepest marrow of her bones. The Alpha King. Alexander Sterling.

Before Liliana's Torture Light fills the eastern sky, I stand by the open window and look out towards the land that I own, the Northlands and a bitter chuckle escapes my lips. I, Landon Frost, Alpha King of the Northlands, leader of the Frostbite pack have everything his heart desires. Power, Money, Longevity….I have everything except for one thing. My mate.

“You called me here, Prince of Zidiah. It’s not often anyone can have me leave my Kingdom to chase folly dreams. But you intrigued me with what you claimed to know. I will be forever in your debt if what you’ve told me is true.” Adam tips his head. “King Adonis.” Adonis must be Frostbite’s human name. I’d never heard it before this moment, so I wouldn’t know. But then, everyone refers to him as Frostbite. “What I told you is true, I assure you.” Though it echoes around the courtyard, Frostbite whistles low, then yells, “Snowflake!” Someone instantly pushes past me and takes off, running towards the King. “Papa!” Alison jumps right into Frostbite’s arms, and he pulls her close to his chest.

"Stop acting like a pup. Look at you. You’re already staring." Luke’s gaze had already drifted. At the far end of the ice, near the player’s tunnel, a new figure had appeared. Castel "Cass" Castillo. He wasn't a girl, but he moved with a fluid, dangerous grace that made Luke’s inner wolf pace behind his ribs. Cass was wearing a jagged black jersey with a silver wolf-skull—the mark of the outcast clans from the Blackwood Haunted Mansion district. "That's him," Jax whispered, following Luke’s eyes. "The one you’ve been howling about at practice. Castel."

"You have no right to…" "I have every right." King Frostborn's smile was all teeth. "By the Treaty of Northern Waters, I may request an audience with King Theron at any time, it's by sharing pointers we would grow the coming generations." He paused, his gaze landing on me with unsettling intensity. "Though I must say, the timing seems quite... fortuitous." King Theron's jaw clenched. "We are in the middle of sensitive proceedings. Whatever business you have can wait until…"

My reflection stared back at me from the mirrored doors. But inside, something had changed. Alexander Frost was no longer the intriguing mystery from lunch. He was no longer the man who gave me his attention without asking anything in return. He was the King. The one who gave orders that got people thrown to wolves. Literally. I’d seen enough to know when to pull back. Power like that didn’t need to be provoked. It didn’t ask for consent. It didn’t owe anyone softness. I thought about how easily he could shut someone out. Silence them. Disappear them.