A Touch Of Frost Book Novels & Stories

The words hit harder than any weapon. Because nobody had ever framed it that way. Nobody. For several seconds— Neither moved. Neither spoke. The distance between them disappeared. Slowly. Naturally. Dangerously. Froz looked down at her. Blue eyes softer than ever before. Vulnerable. Raw. Open. The closest he’d ever been to lowering every wall. Every defense. Every barrier. Then— Unexpectedly— He raised his hand. Carefully. Gently. Brushing a snowflake from her hair. The touch lingered. Longer than necessary. Long enough.

"Don't argue with me anymore, and shut your mouth with this fish because now I want to enjoy this fish too." I snorted, choosing to ignore him. I picked up a small plate to move the fish and then picked up two glasses and two plates, along with a spoon and fork. He rolled his sweater up to his elbows and picked up the pot of hot water I had prepared earlier. Because of the high altitude, the air here is cold, like fall. But it's a good thing it's not winter. I'd probably freeze. I looked at him, who was wincing, and he touched her forehead.

A significant, thick frost seemed to cover the walls, sprinkling its cold crystal gems proudly, and her gasp came out in hot huffs as a chill rushed through her; a striking fear engulfed her existence, inherently her head turned around, looking as if she detected someone or something behind, yet nothing; there was nothingness there. It was colder inside than outside; from what she could remember, the sun was out. It couldn't be more than ten degrees outside, but it seemed like minus three degrees now. 'What's going on?' "Hello?" Her voice was muffled and discouraged, her eyes suspiciously searched for any signs of danger, but nothing seemed to be there; then why did that feeling persist in b

I questioned. “Warm.” He uttered with a frown. “Warm like toasty warm or warm like its going to singe your skin off warm?” I asked and waited while he edged his own fingers into the flames without saying a word. I held my breath and froze, absolutely terrified as his fingers dipped inside the flames while a look of amazement spread across his face. “Warm like, wow.” He uttered as he slowly twirled his fingers inside the dancing flames across my hand before turning his hand and pressing it against mine. “Does that hurt?” He questioned eyeing me and I felt the tingles race through my arm at the contact, I could feel the cold but not like it had been before, like an ice-cold lemonade on a hot s

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

POV EMMA BELLE The first natural frost arrived at midnight, but it wasn't the sparkling, kinetic ice of my childhood. This was Heavy Frost—thick, grey, and suffocating. It didn't melt when it touched the skin; it drew the heat out of the blood. Across the Golden Plains, the grass turned brittle and white, and the Emerald Sea began to grow a skin of black, unmoving slush.

Chassy replied still holding the thick book. Frost looked at her intensely then smirked again. He stood up and walk towards her. "Hey! You stay right there! I'm warning ya!" Chassy yelled, careful not to shout too loud or her grandma will hear. Frost didn't stop, he came really close to her that her back touched the wall. "I'm not going to hurt you but you need to trust me," Frost whispered and snapped his finger that put her to sleep. He took the thick book away and placed her comfortably in bed. Frost even covered her with the blanket. "Sweet dreams, Chassy" Then Frost disappeared.

My mother loved to write, and most of her writings were about random facts and a few things she couldn't wrap her head around. When I didn't find anything in the papers, I resorted to checking the books. Just three notebooks and two textbooks. Nothing in the notebooks. My fingers froze over the box when I put my hand in to take out the book that hadn't fallen out when the box broke. "They call them Frostborn." The title read. I stared at it, my heart pounding like I was about to unveil or learn about something I wasn't supposed to. I brought out the book and cleaned the dust off it with the sleeve of my clothes.

Chapter 05 "Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice." ― Robert Frost Floating up in the atmosphere with my knees curled up to my chest in a ball of fire, I realized I was shaking, wincing in pain, breathing heavily; and that my body control was not working under my will. I strived to stop the seething heat that was coming out of me, but nothing I did seemed to work. I couldn't fathom where possibly have I gone wrong. Was it some word I said wrong? I spent years reading the book of enchanted rhymes, and love spells that I found in the attic one time when I and Ophé were but little kids playing hide and seek. Could it be a forged copy? Had I angered the spirits, the t

The Frost Beta formed an terrifying wall of protection, crossing his tree-trunk arms over his broad chest as he stared the Claw Mountain female down. Julia immediately recoiled, taking a hasty half-step back from the terrifying proximity of the Beta. But her shock quickly morphed into indignation, her face flushing an angry, bright red as her carefully laid plan was derailed. "Excuse me!" Julia shrieked, stomping her boot into the dirt and throwing a full-blown tantrum. "Are you kidding me?" She touched Reagans shoulder. "The whole Frost family is so unbelievably rude! Can't you see she was helping me? Move out of the way!"