A Touch Of Frost Book Novels & Stories

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.

Now, I wondered if their absence was the very thing the frost had been waiting for. By the second day, it was inside the walls. Not the whole garden—just the farthest corners. Leaves that should have been green curled in on themselves, edges rimmed with ice so fine it looked like spun glass. I burned the affected stalks before nightfall, but when dawn came, the frost had taken more. The stranger moved through the garden without speaking, but I could feel their attention on me as if they were measuring my every choice. On the third day, the book opened again without prompting.

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!"

"But Tobias, if you are not ready, we find a different role. I am not forcing anyone into positions they cannot handle." After giving it some thought, he slowly nodded. "I'll make an effort. But I must be able to tell you if it gets to be too much without feeling like I let you down." "Always. It is now part of the protocol to communicate. No one suffers in silence." The first new arrival under the expansion came three days later. A girl named Frost, seventeen, whose ice powers had awakened during a winter storm. Before her pack caught her, she had frozen the water supply of an entire hamlet in an attempt to prevent a flood, almost killing people from dehydration.

I did not give them time to regroup. I opened my core and released the cold. Not the absolute zero I had used in the garden, but controlled and really precise. The frost spread across the ground, covering the path, the trees, the rocks. It reached the foxes and climbed their legs, their bodies, their tails. They tried to flee, but the cold was faster. One by one, they froze, their bodies locked in mid-stride, their amber eyes still burning with terror. The largest fox, the silver-streaked one, struggled against its prison. I walked toward it, my footsteps silent on the ice.

“Let’s get you settled.” He pushed me forward. Frost didn’t move aside right away. She waited until he was nearly touching her before she tilted her head, reached up, and cupped his jaw. Her thumb brushed the corner of his mouth before she pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to his lips. Then her hand slid down his chest, tracing the buttons of his shirt in a teasing stroke. It lasted only a second—but it was enough to make me grip the armrest so hard my nails dug into the arms. That bitch. That thief. Daring to taunt me in my own house just because she thought I couldn’t see.

2°C. A wave of frost, crystalline and geometric, began to bloom across my stone breasts, racing toward the copper sutures. It didn't look like ice; it looked like the silver-gray veins of the Mother's heart. "Mommy's turning white again!" Leo shrieked, lunging back toward me. He slammed his palms against my stone thighs. He tried to summon the static, to ignite the gold in his blood and thaw the frost creeping toward my heart. But the air around him didn't catch fire. It stayed cold.