Terraria Frost King Novels & Stories

and deadly. "Who are you?" Thaddeus asked. "Issa Frostwood," Issa replied but I could see the mischief in his eyes. "Yes, that is your name, but who are you really?" Thaddeus insisted. Issa finished his drink and gently dropped his cup on the table. He got up and took my hand. It was time to go. "I am the King of the Night." He said and we left Thaddeus McPherson where he sat, sweating, drinking and defeated.

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

I wouldn't mind working as a servant, doesn't matter the gross jobs I will be forced to do. The actual problem is getting past the border. It is always under patrol and those guards won't just let me walk away before I am officially banished by their alpha. And even if I make it past the borderline, I will have to walk for three days through a thick forest to avoid setting foot into the famous and mysterious Goldenheart Kingdom. Goldenheart Kingdom is the land of the strongest lycan wolves and people also say that it is the wealthiest Kingdom. Their King is the most feared being across all lands. The rumours I have heard about him alone will send chills down your spine.

All the same. I released a breath and glanced at the girl with cocoa hair. Her big azure eyes were staring at me now. She pouted when our eyes met and looked away. I shifted my focus to the man beside her. He had already straightened up. Judging from his strong aura, I could tell he was the King of the West. Striker Skoldofr. The girl by his side must be Tyson’s sister Queen Lenora. Well, Damn. All the people who hated me were gathered in the same place. This was going to be a fun dinner for them.

“That’s very kind, Mrs Fernsby but I’ve really got to get going,” “How is your father doing, dear?” Now, I have to stop. I’ve made it all the way back to the fruits. But still, this woman persists. I’m not sure that I will ever be free of her. “He’s perfectly fine, thank you.” If I have to force another smile, I might be stuck like this forever. Frozen and immortalised in pain. I suppose people will fear me a whole lot less when I become a thornback. Or whatever comes after that.

The king and queen descended the stairs of their mansion. They both were beautiful, he with long flowing silver hair and piercing silver eyes. The king was tall with broad shoulders and his elven features He wore a robe made of silver material, with some kind of armour underneath. The queen wore a long flowing dress of lavender velvet, with a golden belt just below her waist. Her dark red curls flowed almost to her knees. The same pair of blue-green eyes looked upon Madchen as she watched them approach her.

Utmost lividity was evident in his dark sea-green eyes at the mention of the man's name. Ren Lancaster is now the one who holds Frostville, a kingdom at the south near the werewolves' kingdom. After raising rebellion and killing the king, he proclaimed himself as the new king. At that time, David was there and he protected the princess he was fond of. But with Ren's dark magic, the people in Frostville were no match to him.

“We’ll continue seeking better strategies to win this war.” I nod, though my heart clenches. There’s no comfort in his words, only purpose. That’s what makes him a king. Yesterday's news has left me restless. Frostfire is a small kingdom that can be likened to a city. They might have a small population but they're extremely powerful and known for the use of dark magic. I sit up, turning to Dravon. “When are the spies arriving? Time is slipping from our fingers.” I can feel Dravon wrapping his hand on mine. “They're meant to be in the palace today. But if they don't arrive, we have to accept that Anita caught them.”

I sighed. As he headed toward them I turned toward Frost. “So, is your name truly Frost?” I inquired curiously. Nodding he said proudly, “I am King Frost Ulfhedinn, ruler of the Northern territory, and have trained thousands of warriors in my lifetime.” “Yes, you trained two of the men I was mates with and they had your warrior's ink. “Aria, I am truly sorry for your loss. I am not a cruel person and don't find joy in destroying mated couples,” he asserted and I eyed him then nodded knowing that he was speaking the truth.

“We don’t know what traps he left behind.” They pressed on, every step heavier than the last. The ground suddenly trembled beneath them. A deep, thunderous roar echoed from the depths of a frozen crevasse nearby. The sound shook their bones, sending shards of ice cascading down like deadly rain. The earth split wider, and from its depths emerged a towering figure, larger, darker, more terrible than before. The Frost King rose again. This time, he was no mere ruler of ice and flesh. He was the embodiment of the land’s fury. His eyes burned with icy fire, and his breath unleashed a raging blizzard that cut like knives across their skin.