ExoShaneey

Silvermist Evermore never belonged. Born to unloving parents and cast aside, she had long accepted that life would never offer her warmth—until she was chosen as an apprentice at Moonstone Academy, a place where magic breathes and fate is written in the stars.

But her arrival comes with a price. In an act of betrayal and manipulation, Silvermist shatters Frost's staff, the formidable Winter Guardian, unraveling a secret that should have remained buried.

 Now, bound by an ancient rule, she must take its place—not as a mere apprentice, but as something far more dangerous: Frost’s human staff, the living embodiment of his power.

As Silvermist struggles to navigate the treacherous halls of Moonstone, she discovers that Guardians without apprentices are doomed to vanish, and the balance of the four seasons—Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter—hangs by a thread. But the shadows whisper a greater truth: a war looms on the horizon, fueled by the Sandman’s wrath and a hidden enemy who has been pulling the strings all along.

Haunted by cryptic dreams, hunted by those who seek to use her, and betrayed by those she once trusted, Silvermist must uncover the truth behind her own existence before she loses herself to the very storm she was forced to wield.

Can she survive the weight of Winter, or will she be the final snowfall that buries them all?

FROST

The ethereal elf's low chuckle rumbled through the cavern as he stepped out of the swirling dust. His carmine hair shimmered in the fractured light — dark red silk cascading past his shoulders, catching glints of gold and ember from the dust that still floated in the air.

West's grip on Silvermist tightened — steady, firm, protective. He had been too confident that Sebastian's seal would hold, at least for a while longer. He had focused too much on Silvermist's fraying condition, and in that moment of distraction, he had forgotten what they were dealing with.

The elves were not ordinary especially this one and his sibling. They are strong, ancient, and proud enough to see seals and obstacles as nothing more than an inconvenience.

"Did you really think that little seal of your friend could hold us back?" the elf drawled, his voice smooth but edged with a dangerous kind of amusement.

The Cavern Where Secrets Bleed