Robert Gross
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I started working on the FrostWing series back in high school. My teachers were so impressed by them that they allowed me to work on them instead of the class work. The FrostWing series is still in progress. Comments and feedback is welcome
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The FrostWing Chronicles
Chapter 9- The Calm Before the Storm Drakon and Ereadus were in the Throne room getting their weapons ready for the trek back. Tyrara and Eyrokar walked in; she was cross about Eyrokar not loving on her as she wanted. “... As I told you, Tyrara. The last time I made love without worrying about something was the night I lost Kayla! I’m sorry that you did not get what you wanted. But I promise I will do you and Eyra for an entire week after I end this war. Don’t think that I can’t. Kayla and I mated for nearly a month until she passed out. But let me end this damn wat first.” Eyrokar growled. “Alright… I accept your apology. Long have the remnants of the FrostWing Empire lived here in the shadows of the Sky Guard Empire. I will send all my twisters and Soldiers to assist you in the coming battles. Shall we meet at SpireRock as we did when we have taken out Zarrious?” Tyrara asked. “Yes, and this time… I will not falter to remove those pests who stand in my way.” Eyrokar growled. “But who will take the throne? We frost dragons can,t. the flame quartz will kill us.” Tyrara stated. “I do not know. Perhaps… Sif! You are one of my newest wives. You do not have any Frost blood within you… Are you willing to be the final push to end the war?” Eyrokar asked. “Her? She is a Mortal!” Tyrara snapped. “She is the only one I trust, and all we need is someone to sit upon the Ruby throne to claim control over the Dragunity Empire than that is what we need to do.” Eyrokar sighed. “Eyrokar… I will do what I must to end the Dragon Mortal War. But please… stay with me.” Sif said softly. “I will do what I must to ensure the war ends… I can’t promise to survive. I will be the main target. But I am more than ready to sacrifice my life to do what is right.” Eyrokar said as he turned the Tyrara and Kissed her. “What of Devarius?” Tyrara asked, “He is not like Geriothar. Devarius is a God on the Council!” She proclaimed. “He is just another obstacle. Kayla and I have killed gods before… He is no different.” Eyrokar growled. “I, too, have killed a couple of gods. But none of them were as ruthless as Devarius. And his hate for you is already immense, being that you killed his son.” Tyrara sighed. “I know what I did; his death and my father were both in revenge for me and vengeance for you.” Eyrokar sighed. “You know I can read your mind… I know this little plan of yours. How can you be so certain it will go as you plan?” Tyrara asked. “Get out of my head! I have many plans. Plans for plans. Even if I must risk my life to end the war, it’s not like I have anything left to live for.” Eyrokar sighed. “You have me, Eyra, Sif, Winter, and Aris. Even your son and Daughter. How can you be so depressing?” Tyrara asked. “I am still nothing without Kayla. You all just sit in a void too large for you all to fill. Bah, Just ensure your forces are at Spirerock. We march upon Frostheim in one week.” Eyrokar growled as he walked out the door into the icy wind of Northwind. Ereadus stopped and turned to Tyrara. “I’m glad to have met you, Grand… I mean Tyrara. Come Drakon, and we have much to still.” Ereadus sighed. “Bye, Tyrara, Loriana, Loressa, stay here. I don’t want to worry about you two outside these walls.” Drakon said as he followed His brother and father with Sif.
By Robert Gross3 years ago in Fiction
The FrostWing Chronicles
Chapter 8- The FrostWing Empire Reborn Within the soul-chilling city of Northwind. Eyrokar looked around as he was unfamiliar with his Mother’s kingdom. The cold wind howled loudly, and the dark clouded skies thundered. Through a flash of lightning, several cloaked Draconian soldiers surrounded the Wolvar and their Draconian leader. Pointing spears of ice at them, one Draconian revealed herself, “I was beginning to wonder how long it would take you to get here. And I see you broke through to my foolish husband.” said the Draconian, looking at Drakon. “Loriana? Wait, you married the Overseer Lord, MY SON!?!” Eyrokar growled. “It wasn’t my choice, Twas Devarius’. “I’m sorry. Who are you? I can’t be married. I’m just a… child?” Drakon asked himself. “You are no more intelligent the day I lost you? Great.” Eyrokar growled. “I am so confused right now.” Drakon sighed.
By Robert Gross3 years ago in Fiction
The FrostWing Chronicles
Chapter 7- A Frost Dragon’s fury After nearly three days after leaving Howlsdall, the group arrived at Northwind. The huge dark runic walls gave a chilling feeling and drowned their hope. But Eyrokar knew this was the final bastion of FrostWing Imperial strength, and he was their beacon. Eyrokar spotted a lone figure at the gates of Northwind. Ereadus growled, “It’s him.” Eyrokar transformed into his Dragon form ready for a fight.
By Robert Gross4 years ago in Fiction
The FrostWing Chronicles
Chapter 6- The Dark Howls of Darkness Eyrokar stood waiting for Sif to join him outside; as she walked out to him, “Took you long enough. Each minute is precious, and we can’t waste any more time. “Sorry, I had a hard time choosing what to wear for an audience with the Frost Empress. It wasn’t easy sleeping in the same building as my father died in.” Sif growled. “At least you didn’t kill yours.” Eyrokar signed. Ereadus walked up to his father and raised his hands to Sif, “Well, she seems to be walking alright. It seems you didn’t blow her back out.” Ereadus laughed. Eyrokar punched Ereadus in the face knocking him to the ground! “Mind your tongue!” Eyrokar hissed. “Arghh… forgot what's it’s like to get hit. I didn’t know you hissed.” Ereadus growled as he rubbed his face as he stood up. “Consider that, Fatherly love, I could have killed you!” Eyrokar growled. “Ereadus, we didn’t even sleep together. He stood out here all night!” Sif said, defending herself. “Okay, okay, I got; Damn. I dealt with my Mother’s moaning; I don’t want to deal with it anymore!” Ereadus sighed as he crossed his arms. “Yes, your mother was quite loud… only because I knew how to rock her world. … You did not hear that!” Eyrokar growled. “Sure, I heard nothing.” Ereadus chuckled. “Argh, let's just get going!” Eyrokar growled as he quickly walked towards the gate.
By Robert Gross4 years ago in Fiction
The FrostWing Chronicles
Chapter 5- When the Three Suns set In the frozen draconic kingdom of Frostheim, The Overseer Lord walked into the keep. “Sigrune has a better connection to Eyrokar than even I thought. She evaded my grasp for the last time.” The Overseer lord growled. “I recommend you take the fight to Eyrokar himself, OverSeer. We know he resides within the Human Kingdom of Sharmsorn. Because you failed to kill Sigrune, his power has manifested to twice of what it was!” Farison growled. “I will have you know this small setback changes nothing. Lord Devarius wants Eyrokar’s DNA to create an Army; He will have the Draconian as he ordered. The unity grants us their distractions. Eyrokar will never allow his daughter to come to harm.” The Overseer Lord said as he glared at Verix. “He failed to defend his dear wives. What makes you think he could protect his little offspring?” Farison asked. “I know Eyrokar better than anyone else within this room. A Frost Dragon with nothing to live for, to love is far the most dangerous thing in existence.” Said an aged Draconian. “Jarliran… what do you know of the Frost Prince?” Farison asked. “I fought alongside him during the Dragon War turned to the Dragon and Mortal war. When we besieged Neelam, something in him clicked into place. A Calling. He had family there, and this was far before he married the Wolvar princess. You are digging your own grave by targeting the half-breed. Suppose you plan to get to Eyrokar truly. Capturing his daughter is the only way to get anything out of him.” Jarliran sighed.
By Robert Gross4 years ago in Fiction
The Frostwing Chronicles
Chapter 4- Following the Wind Sigrune opened her eyes to a very relaxing night of rest. She noticed Eyrokar’s left arm was under her and across her stomach, while his right claw rested on her right thigh. His touch was arousing to her, and she sat ,up trying to avoid any further arousal. Eyrokar jumpup awake, “What’s going on!?!” he asked nervously. Eyrokar then looked at Sigrune and noticed his claws ripped her shirt off. He then shielded his eyes from Sigrune’s half-naked body. “What? You have seen me naked many times in the past.” Sigrune laughed as she pulled off her shirt from Eyrokar’s claws. “Yes, but you were a child and didn’t have breasts developed at the time. Did I call you your mothers name?” Eyrokar asked. “A few times in your sleep… I liked it.” Sigrune giggled. “I hate myself,” Eyrokar growled as he turned towards the door. “Where is Sif?” Sigrune asked. “She left about an hour ago. You were comfortable, and I did not want to wake you.” Sigrune sighed. “I am rather rested… Thank you. After you put something on, come here. I owe you a kiss on your head.” Eyrokar sighed. Sigrune got her robe on and walked over to the polite Draconian. Eyrokar turned to her slowly to make sure she wasn’t naked. He gently grabbed onto her shoulders and kissed her forehead.
By Robert Gross4 years ago in Fiction
The FrostWing Chronicles
Chapter 3- Darkness Approaching when the sun goes down Eyrokar walked into his Chambers and found Sif asleep. “She looks like Isarnia… Arghh… Perhaps I have remained too loyal. She was the same age as Kayla when we got married. Seeing her resting is making me weary. I need to kill something.” Eyrokar growled as he left the room. As the door closed, Sif sat up in alertness.
By Robert Gross4 years ago in Fiction
The FrostWing Chronicles
Chapter 2- Road to Glory Eyrokar returned to the keep; Leoira was talking to a Draconian in beautiful white robes. “... I’m sure Eyrokar would love to help you, Queen Tyrara. Here he is now,” Leoira said as Eyrokar walked up to her throne. “Eyrokar… How have you been? I haven’t heard a thing from You or Kayla for quite some time. Is everything okay?” asked a Draconian, her bright white scales glistening like fresh snow, and her ice blue, glowing eyes soothed Eyrokar’s pain. “Mother… Kayla… Kayla, Isarnia, Drakon… their all… Dead. Farison killed Kayla and Isarnia right before my eyes… there was nothing I could do. I’m not sure about Drakon; the poor child is more than likely dead. I left Sigrune in Howlsdall. I couldn’t let her see her father so broken. Hard to believe it’s been over twenty-five years. I thought I told you.” Eyrokar sighed, clenching his fist.
By Robert Gross4 years ago in Fiction
The FrostWing Chronicles
Prologue- Blessed, yet Cursed by the stars Our Galaxy; Much has taken place within this magnificent spiral of Stars. On the very edge of the galaxy lies a triple starred system called Perma, and within this system orbits two twin worlds, Notevora and Novotora, besides other uninhabited worlds. Novotora is teeming with life from the vast deep oceans, towering mountains, floating isles, lush jungles, forests to, long plains, and beautiful winter wonderlands. Novotora is a large planet comprised of four major land continents, one of which the story begins, The Karsara Lands;
By Robert Gross4 years ago in Fiction
The FrostWing Chronicles
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, before the great battle of SpireRock. Novotora was a peaceful world with vast creatures from across the cosmos. The only denizens of the world were mortal, appointed by their gods to create the first Ark world. Several worlds across the universe chosen by the gods themselves stood with the mysterious Skyguard Empire. SpireRock was a tall black spike in the center of the Valley and served as a node of Teleportation magic across all chosen worlds under the Divine council. With the Divine Council focused on the recent Demon attacks, Novotora was no longer under their watch, and the Dragons of Skyguard arrived in the world North of SpireRock Valley. Little to the mortal's knowledge, the arrival of the Dragons merely brought forth a war for survival.
By Robert Gross4 years ago in Fiction
