Novel & Cerita A Touch Of Frost Book

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.

The nausea hit him instantly. Luke caught Cass’s elbow, his eyes full of concern. Cass took a shaky breath, nodding to let Luke know he wasn't going to collapse. Isabella was frantically scrolling through her own device. "It’s working? The plan is actually working? Oh, thank the ancestors." "What is she talking about?" Jax demanded. "Isabella," Luke said, his voice low. "You wrote 'The Frozen Alpha' just to destroy Brandon?"

“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.

Zara’s POV The first frost of the season dusts the forest floor, glittering like shattered diamonds under the pale morning sun. Winter has always been a time of quiet—of huddling close for warmth, of stories whispered by firelight. But this year, the cold feels different. It’s not just the chill in the air; it’s the weight of what we’ve survived, the ghosts of what we’ve lost.

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.

And that's just the distraction I need for Frostveil to scramble away and escape the beating. I throw off the penguin man and rush her. We tangle in our limbs, my skin getting struck by cold lightning whenever we touch. She shivers too when my hands touch her thighs, her arms, her hard stomach. My hands stay on her ass more than is strictly appropriate but there's also a thrilling moment where she's groping my chest and threatening to have me exposed in front of all these nice people.

It isn’t the beauty of a lake frosting up before freezing over. It doesn’t look like anything pleasant. The forest grows in clumps, like fungi or necrotizing bacteria, and by the time it’s done spreading over the couch, the magic it carries activates. The couch freezes over. Wood becomes ice, the fabric becomes ice, everything my frost touches turns into ice, and when it’s done, my breath comes out heavy. I can feel Rafie’s gaze on me and when I meet his, I scowl. “Thank the goddess I didn't turn your whole kingdom into ice.”

His palm hovered near her throat, his face stripped of mercy. Then he touched her face. The contact was gentle. Impossibly gentle. His fingers traced her cheekbone like she was glass, like she was something worth destroying himself to protect. "Seven years," he whispered. "Seven years of this bond like a ghost limb. Seven years of knowing I destroyed what could have been everything." Raven lifted her hand and covered his. The bond flared again, but different now. Less desperate. Deeper. Like two frequencies finally finding harmony. "I still don't forgive you," she said.

The marsh beyond the hollow walls stirred as if holding its breath. She felt everything. Rowan’s fury. Lucien’s hunger. Her own rising storm. She lifted her hands—fire and frost blazing in perfect symmetry. The marsh answered. Roots erupted through the floor in long, twisting spears. Fire burst from her palms in a column of gold, but frost intertwined with it—blue-white veins snapping through the flames like ice lightning. Wolves howled as frost sealed their paws to the stone, while the fire seared the air around them.

I could see the frost climbing the iron gates, the metal groaning as it contracted under the supernatural chill. "Darlene, get inside!" Eryx grabbed my arm, his hand a frantic, burning anchor against the encroaching white. "I can't," I whispered, my eyes fixed on the forest below. The pale, glowing blue eyes of the Frost-Walkers were everywhere, a sea of frozen stars in the dead woods. I felt the child within me stir, but it wasn't the frantic pulse of fear I had felt during the rift. It was a steady, rhythmic heat—a forge fire that was starting to radiate outward from my womb, pushing back the frost in a five-foot circle around me.