A Touch Of Frost Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I saw how Lord Dorchadas's eyes were filled with astonishment when he saw his tail being coated with thick ice before it suddenly shifted into a terrified expression and he tried to move, but it was too late. The whole place was turned into a winter ground. Snow started to fell from the sky as Lord Dorchadas slowly turned into an ice statue. I stopped when I saw that he was already defeated. Cool and the others immediately run towards me. I smiled at them but then my smile faded when I felt that painful and burning sting on my heart. I was suddenly gasping for air. "Fhyra!" That was the last thing I heard before I got lost in the oblivion.

Frost had spread all over his skin from her icy touch. “Sorry, I—“ She pulled to take her hand off, but Raeherys wouldn’t let go of her, still keeping her touch on his hard chest. “It’s alright. It was a close one. My body is heating it up now,” he said, taking deep breaths, chest bursting in and out. It must’ve been so hard for him to breathe with very cold lungs. It only took a short moment before the frost on his skin melted, water dripping down to his inner garment.

The smell of burning wood and fresh sawdust pulled Frostina out of her week-long sleep. ​Frostina opened her bright blue eyes, her neck throbbing with agonizing pain. Her pampered body had gone into a deep shock-induced coma after her terrible hanging attempt. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her blurry vision. As she looked around a simple, cozy wooden cabin, her heart skipped a heavy beat when she saw Buck quietly changing the firewood in the stone hearth.

It wasn’t an attack—it was… a test. I gasped as the frost nipped at my skin, as an aching chill settled into my bones. But I did not pull away. I did not resist. Instead, I embraced the cold, letting it flow through me, over me, becoming one with it. I closed my eyes and whispered, “Thank you.” The snowflakes stilled. The cold faded, replaced by something almost… gentle. The elf regarded me for a long moment before nodding. “You understand,” it said simply. “Take what you need.”

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AUTHORESS POV "Kingston please,you are hurting me"Vida's voice was teary .Her wrist was beginning to redden as his grip tightened.His weight pinning her slender form to the cold hard wall was almost too painful to endure but struggling now could bring harmful results.Dangerous ones even.He left her waist to and held her face trying to kiss her making the towel she wrapped around herself fall , leaving her stack naked in front of Kingston. The pained worsened as his grip tightened even more.He held her waist with his other hand and tried kissing her again while she turned her face else where .She was trying to get out of his grip but the more she tried,the more he got more angry.

I coughed and gagged as icy fingers dug into my flesh trying to rip my throat out. I heard Kayla's loud scream as she rebound from the ground and reached up as if to snatch me out of death's grip. But whatever it was lifted up and out of her reach. The ghostly fingers around my throat were so cold that my windpipe began to freeze. I tasted ice mixed with blood in my throat and the more the fingers tightened, the more ice coated my throat until shards of it began to crack and slide into my stomach.

Slipping out of the bed, and held one hand out in front of my face. A bright orange glow heated up in the middle of my palm, sparking into an orange flame. The heat of the flame spread warmth up my arm. A smile curled onto my lips at the sight of my magic. Chanting an incantation to light the candles and a fireplace if this bedroom has one. Bringing my hand up to my lips, the fire tickling the palm of my hand, I blow the flame out. I turn on my heel to view the bed I awoke in. A queen-sized bed with black satin sheets, the right side of the bed a mess from where I threw the covers off.