Terraria Frost King Novels & Stories

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."

It was the scent of the fortress itself—ancient slate, burning oak, ozone, and a suffocating, terrifying apex aura that hovered over every inch of the stone. The aura of King Kael Draven. Even hundreds of miles away in the South, we had heard the whispers about the Lycan King. They called him the Butcher of the Frost-Pike. They said he was a warlord born of ancient blood who had unified the feral, bloodthirsty Lycan clans through sheer, unyielding violence. He was a monster who slept on a throne of broken Alpha blades and executed traitors without uttering a single word.

After I die, I save Hades' pet. To thank me, he plans to bring me back to life. However, I refuse with a smile. He is stunned for a moment, then asks in confusion, "So many people want to live, so why do you refuse instead?" I give him a bitter smile. "Maybe it's because being alive is a fate worse than death." He doesn't believe it, and his tone turns unfriendly. "Don't think I don't know that your parents are famously known for loving their daughter. They even make the news because of how much they love you." I crouch there without speaking. It's indeed true that they've made the news for loving their daughter, but that is all an act. The truth is, the only one they've ever really lo

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.

"Because she's no more. Died during the greatest tragedy our kingdom has ever known," Hearing that, Isolde stepped toward Roga and lowered her voice as she quizzed intently. "What was the greatest tragedy about?" She could feel Roga's mind warring with whether she should reveal such information to Isolde, since she was human, but Isolde nudged her more, telling Roga that she could trust her. At that, the older female opened up. "It's the great purge we call it. The annihilation of all the female species in our kingdom by the Butcher..." She paused, looking at Isolde through her lashes as she worded. "Lord Draco's father, King Cormac,"

Some of my soldiers adjust behind the cameras, giving me the signal to start speaking. “Citizens of Veridiana! I address you today with an important proclamation. Today marks the beginning of a new era for our kingdom. A new rule, a new king. I, Drave Frost, firstborn of King Bryen Frost, a pureblood werewolf. For too long, you have been ruled by the weak and impure hand of my half-brother, Caelum—a false king who failed to care for you,” I declare, my voice steady and resolute as I look directly into the camera. “At this very moment, while I speak to you, Caelum is away from the capital, leaving it defenseless and forgotten. You, my beloved citizens, have been neglected and abandoned by Cae

Dukia protested. “Grandpa? She called me Grandpa. James she called me Grandpa.” Arthur exclaimed. “Does this mean you have forgiven me?” “I can’t say I have forgiven you yet. Because honestly, I do not know what I am currently feeling. Maybe, one day I will be able to forgive you.” Dukia replied. “Of course, of course. I won’t rush you, take your time. I’m just grateful I get to see you before I leave this earth.” Arthur said.

One move from her and they were already scattered and spiralling everywhere. She didn’t even look up until she bumped into someone. The latter was rock solid because although Liora was the one who bumped into him, she was the one who was sent metres backwards. She staggered and then raised her head, a familiar face greeting her. Tall. Sharp jawline. Brilliant, Dangerous, Ruthless and a foe. Damien Frost. CEO of Frost Corporation. The Frosts and The Morgans’ were mortal enemies since she could remember. The story was old and ancient and she could barely remember it but she knew that they hated each other in both private and public but sometimes managed to keep up appearances in public.