A Touch Of Frost Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Amora I open my eyes in bed, blinking into the soft darkness of my motel room. Something woke me—some noise or movement. I sit up, the blankets falling away from me, then shiver as I realize I’m naked. Frost stands in the corner, his pale eyes glittering. He’s focused on me, his body vibrating with barely restrained tension. A pastel desert print rests on the wall over his head, though it’s watery and insubstantial. More like the suggestion of a painting than the actual thing. Frost’s tattoos wave gently over his skin, just as insubstantial in the darkness. We stare at each other as headlights pass the window and illuminate the sharp angles of his face. Chiseled like granite.

she said before putting Kerra on the bed and leaving the room. She climbed down the stairs all the way to the Great Library, running her hand over the fabric of her tunic to straighten any possible wrinkle before stepping inside. Novices were either searching for books or seated around the tables studying. Near the staircase that led to the level below stood a tall man with long white hair—a Snow Elf. He was reading a book, and for one moment, Ayla had the impression he was Nixx. Her heart throbbed painfully. She still missed Nixx. Everyday. Drax also. “What is magic to you?” the Snow Elf asked Ayla the moment she stopped next to him. His eyes were fixed on the page he was reading from.

And every window in the hall — every tall summer window in the old stone walls of North Ridge, standing open to the June night — iced over. From the inside. Not slowly. In an instant, the glass going white, frost spreading from the center of each pane outward in perfect geometric patterns, delicate and precise and entirely impossible in the middle of summer with the evening temperature still warm outside. The hall went completely silent. Claire looked at Nora's gold eyes. She looked at the frosted windows. She looked at the bouquet in the box, the frost on it unchanged, still exactly as cold as it had been — as though it had been kept at this temperature for six months, for a reason she was

Yes I might not have been too keen to recommend a book to him but since he’s already exhausted me with his weird antics it definitely wouldn’t hurt to sell him one of our most expensive books. My fingers hover over the keys as I wait but I could still feel it, the biting cold that never left my skin. Seeing as he’s still standing still I move stretching on tip toe as I take the book from him this time. His fingers brush mine again by accident or not accident, I can’t tell anymore but I react faster now, pulling back before I could sit with that cold too long. His touch still lingers though, like it doesn’t fully leave even when contact is broken.

she shook her head as she poured the purple liquid into two tiny glasses . "These are not white hibiscus .Though they look extremely similar.These are Snow Frost flowers .They only grow in -10 degree Celsius. In our kingdom in top of mountains .That too only some mountains "Snow frost ?.I have heard this word before .My mom used to make all sorts of experiments inside the castle and she would write all the ingredients and things she needed on a piece of paper and tell me to go give it one of the guards .I have seen the name Snow Frost a few times . "So what are we waiting for .Let's drink it "She handed me two petals of the flower and she took 2 for herself.She put it slowly in her drink and

Notheless, they nodded in agreement. The Plenilune Scaffold’s force field disappeared with the old monk’s death. Alex drove everyone away. Looking at Frostine’s current appearance, he whispered, “Senior, are you alright?” Frostine cried. “How could I be alright? Something terrible has happened to me. What should I do with this?” She shook her snow-white foxtail. The tail was long and soft like snow. “Can I touch it a little?” “Touch it!” Alex was also curious, so he stretched his hand to grab the large wagging tail.

Angrily, she grabbed his muscular arm that didn't fit into her tiny hands and made him stop on his way. Surprised by the cold temperature, he turned around and looked into her eyes that had changed color. A smirk pulled up at his lips when he looked down and found the frost starting to coat up his arm. “ Magic! ” He deadpanned and pulled Frore closer staring intensely in her eyes, to her surprise. Shocked, Frore looked down and noticed the frost not being able to seep through his skin. He was supposed to be screaming in pain right now but he was smirking at her.

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

A shimmer of frost sparked across my fingertips, glittering like stars. There you go, Alba whispered. But just as quickly, it faded. Frustrated, I opened my eyes and froze. Across the training field stood Alpha Rhett, speaking to a woman I didn’t recognize. Tall, confident, and clearly comfortable in his space, she leaned in with a too-familiar smile, her hand grazing his arm. Rhett didn’t pull away. Something inside me snapped. A gust of freezing wind burst from my chest. Ice blossomed across the ground in a sudden, sharp wave, radiating outward from where I stood. Frost surged up the nearest tree trunks. A thin sheet of ice glazed over the nearby flowers, wilting them.