Amare Frost Age Novels & Stories

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 rocked slowly back and forth with my son in my arms, feeding him a bottle of formula. He was beautiful with dark blonde, soft curls and bright green eyes, a normal six-month-old baby, even though he was only a few weeks old. Amy said that Jase would be full grown within ten years and I planned to enjoy every moment of it. He would also live a long life. Amy was living proof of it. She was technically sixty-two years old, but didn't look a day over twenty-five.

From that position, she had to tilt her head upward to look at Oscar. She held out the packets toward him. "Oscar. I was wrong. If you'll spare our family, I'll gladly live with the headaches every day for the rest of my life." Oscar looked down at her. Once upon a time, Amara was his eldest sister. She was 30 years old this year. All of the sisters were striking, and today was her engagement party. She wore the finest dress she owned. Now she was crouching in the dirt, begging him.

My babies, who had looked at me like I was a stranger. I unlocked the phone. He didn’t even set a password. I took a slow breath and swallowed the cold water from the glass beside me, trying to steady myself. Then I went through his contacts. My name wasn’t there. Not “mate.” Not “wife.” Not even “Clara.” But Frost’s chat sat at the top. I opened it. Photo after photo.Frost smiling, wearing a gold birthday crown, holding my children in her arms. The twins clung to her, faces bright, while he stood behind them—his hand resting lightly on her shoulder.

“We have here our newest member, Amber Banks!” More cheers and whistles. “She is…how old are you again Amber?” Amber gently spoke into the microphone, eyes still downcast and hands holding tightly onto her barely-there kimono, “Twenty-one.” Cecil looked up and smiled into the mirror, nodding with approval, “I see…that’s a wonderful age for new experiences. Don’t you think so men?” The men roared. Fabian had to roll his eyes.

“How old are you again, Amara?” I froze. “T-twenty-four,” I muttered, instantly regretting it. He chuckled, low and slow. “Ah, yes. The twenty-four-year-old minor.” “Don’t mock me,” I said, glaring at him. “Oh, I’m not mocking you.” He leaned against his desk, folding his arms. “I’m just remembering the same twenty-four-year-old minor who came into my office months ago and said, ‘Take me. I’m all yours.’ Tell me, Amara… who should be sued now?”

“It is very beautiful. A firebird egg. I always knew that your spirit was strong. I can feel your soul in the egg, so full of potential. You will be the kindest goddess of all.” “And you will be the crankiest Father Frost the world has ever known.” Morozko laughed. “There is already a Father Frost. It is Jack Frost in English, technically. Like that awful Soviet film. There is already a Big Frost and he is Ded Moroz.”

"I'm Amara Louise Lexecavriah, 25 years old." "You're 25 years old? I thought you're just 18 or something. You're small, too." Amara glared at him and pulled the tiny hair on his chest that made him groaned a bit. "Damn you! Do I look like a kid to you?! Hindi mo ba nakikita 'tong katawan ko?" She removed the comforter that is wrapped on her body. "Is this the kid that you're talking about, huh?" she said almost bragging while referring to her boobs that is now exposed in front of him.

Lukas looked at her in surprise. Amelie almost spat out the tea she was drinking. Luckily, she maintained her grace, a difference of one year old? How is this possible? Lukas could feel that she was shocked, and immediately said calmly, "Seriously, I did not lie to you. I am 29 years old this year, and did not report my age, do you want to see my ID card?" Amelie forced herself not to laugh, and shook her head, "No need, I believe in you."