A Touch Of Frost Book Novels & Stories

The first light of dawn barely pierced the dense frost, covered trees surrounding the camp, casting long, crooked shadows that stretched across the snow like grasping fingers. Ice clung to every branch, every needle, transforming the forest into a cathedral of frozen bone and glass. Lyra stood at the edge of the clearing, her breath shallow, her amber eyes fixed on the pale horizon. Each exhale formed a soft cloud that vanished almost instantly, swallowed by the cold. The frost bit at her skin, seeping through layers of fur and leather, but it was nothing compared to the chill creeping steadily down her spine.

The moment my hands touched it, warmth spread through me, strange and electric. The shadows recoiled, as if my touch burned them. The figure hissed, stepping back, claws forming out of the darkness. I didn’t understand what was happening, but I felt power surge from the book into me. The words on the cover shimmered faintly, glowing like they recognized me. Fenrir moved closer. “Whatever you’re going to do—now is the time.” I took a deep breath. The shadows lunged again. This time, I didn’t flinch.

It was as if the winter chill had been broken and replaced by the warmth of her presence. Snow would move gracefully through the snow-covered landscape, her movements would be graceful and delicate. He imagined as she moved, she would be like a gentle breeze, her beauty and grace would leave a lasting impression on those who encountered her. Snow was truly a sight to behold, as beautiful as her name. As Rafe was lost in his imagination, he stumbled on a rock and fell down flat on his face, into mud.

Clearly, I cannot predict where the ice will be next. Relaxing, the ice presses against my neck, my body once again staying still and there is the feel of his hand stroking my hair as a reward. Getting lost in his touch, the coldness pressing against my clit makes me jump and scream. As I do, he removes the ice and the crop hits my clit twice. A slight moan escapes my lips. The ice slowly slides up my back, stopping just before my neck.

The blizzard was the perfect counter against the flying beasts, but he had to hold it as long as he could. Arth folded his wings as the strong wind almost pulled him towards the tornado. The magic circle he had stood in grew colder and colder until frost expanded all over the ground. It ran and spread like a water flow, covering the soil, dust, and rocks with white frost. It caught Arth’s feet also, the frost climbing to his legs. But he felt no pain at all, only numbness ... and comfort from the cold that embraced him. Arth found his hands and arms becoming pale, his vision slowly weaving. It told him he had reached his limits.

The noise stopped in my head but one question popped up, why did the girl sit behind me where there were so many vacant chairs inside? The question faded when I realized that was not my concern. So, I went back to reading until such time I finished doing my research. When I was done, I gathered all the books I took, I even fixed my jacket. When I was about to bring them back to the shelves, I stood up and carried them when accidently, the girl and I bumped to each other. So, technically, he touched me, I touched her. Due to excessive fear combined with surprise, I froze like I was under a spell wherein I was motionless. I could not even breathe; the fact that we touched each other, for sure,

My Frost is really here. My other hand flew up to cup her other cheek and goodness, she felt real. "Hi." Frost whispered and I saw tears fill her beautiful eyes. Her voice was small but there was no thick cloth to muffle it even further. "Hi." I whispered back, still not believing the sight in front of me. Frost reached out to touch my arms and chills traveled through my entire body. "Oh, Frost..." I whispered but no more words came out as I crashed my lips on to hers.

"He didn't just want the trophy. He wanted to see a Navarro crawl. And I did. I crawled off that rink while the stadium cheered for a murderer." Cass walked over, placing a hand on Luke’s shoulder. The heat from the Alpha’s skin was intense, the fever of a wounded wolf. "Isabella knows." Luke stiffened. "My sister knows what?" "She’s been writing it. All of it. The betrayal on the ice. The way Victor Reyes—or whatever pen name she’s using for Brandon—systematically dismantled your life." Cass pulled a digital slate from his cloak. "She calls it 'The Frozen Alpha.' It’s the talk of the Harbor Street Bar. The whole pack is reading about your fall, Luke."

“How?” “You tell me, Ice Queen.” “That’s not helpful.” Lora went quiet for a moment—too quiet—and that alone sent a ripple of unease down my spine. I walked slowly toward the window, fingers brushing the thick curtain as I looked out at the morning mist curling over the forest. My breath fogged slightly against the glass, and without thinking, I placed my fingertips to the pane. In an instant, the fog crystallized—spreading out in jagged, feathery patterns like frost racing across a windshield.

Rose watched as frost began forming slowly along his skin. Delicate. Intricate. Tiny crystals spiraling outward like living snowflakes. Rowan leaned closer, eyes wide. “No way.” Kael exhaled softly. The frost spread outward, crawling along a nearby rock. Within seconds the surface turned white with ice. Ember crouched down, poking it. “Okay that’s extremely cool.” Rowan groaned. “You said cool.” “I regret nothing.” Rose crossed her arms but couldn’t hide the small smile pulling at her lips.