Amare Frost Age Novels & Stories

She is known as a playgirl and rumours say that she can sleep with anyone just to accomplish his task. FROST ALEXENDER Name: Frost Surname: Alexender Age: 27 Species: Vampire Height: 6'2 Speciality: Able to see in future Relationship Status: Unknown Character: Calm, polite, quiet, strong, brave, charming, loyal, resourceful, kind.

“Yh, I did. Didn’t finish though. Now quit being funny and help me.” He climbed down slowly, gracefully, like everything he did. Then, without asking, he slid down to sit on the floor next to me. Close enough that I caught the faint scent of whatever soap he got from the infirmary. He eyed me like I was a lost cause, but there was something softer in it. “How old is Amara, to begin with?” he asked, already pulling a sheet toward him. “Two,” I said, and just the number pulled me somewhere else—the image of her small hands clinging to mine the last time I visited her in the foster home. The way she sounded too smart for her little body.

Frost’s whereabouts. Once she was with him, she complained about them first. “Brother, is the professor still dependable? He said that the disciple of his is some sort of a doctor, but all I see is a pregnant woman in her early twenties! She doesn’t look like a professional at all!” “Really?” Mr. Frost’s heart became cold. All this while, he was worried sick for his son’s ears. He had even contacted the professor last year to ask if he had any new treatment, but the professor said he didn’t.

No one witnessed the cruelty that Frost had to experience, only the moon. When Frost was locked inside the dark room. Frost was so scared. She was only 5 years old at that time. But when she saw a glimpse of the light that was coming from a small window of that dark room. She suddenly found hope. She, without delay, went directly to that small window. And there, she saw the dazzling moon in the sky. At that time, Frost was in awe. Her pair of clear eyes filled with admiration and a hint of childishness. She spent her time staring at the moon until it was no longer there.

He began, taking a sip from his wine and then, proceeded to answer. “Amara is a very sweet and intelligent child, who’s also very caring, but she does have a bad temper, though, and a sharp tongue. I remember when she was only 15 years old, a friend of hers came over and the poor girl couldn’t get a word out with her around.

The old woman’s eyes set on me with resentment—maybe even pride. “Guess how old I am,” she said. I blinked at her. “I suppose…maybe fifty?” “Forty.” Her tone was sharp and flat, darkened by years of disdain. “This is what our blood does. It burns fast…a curse we carry. A price for what makes us so special. We age quickly—especially under sunlight. Under heat.” I noted the freezing temperatures of the room. Was the cold meant to preserve Amara’s age? I thought back to the wizard I’d met before. “The wizard I knew wasn’t very old,” I said.

she asked and Adrian nodded in affirmation. “And Arthur was already alive at that time, wasn’t he?” she probed. “Yes,” Adrian answered and he watched in surprise at how the colour drained from Amelia’s face. “How old are you guys?” Amelia asked curiously. “How old do you think we are?” Adrian asked with a mischievous smile on his face. “Well the internet says that you're thirty, Arthur is thirty two while Lance is twenty five,” Amelia stated. “Did you see those little children at the packhouse?” Adrian asked.

the other brother steps forward at the mention of his name. "Where are you from, Amaris?" Zach asks as he slowly closes the distance between us, the other two flanking him. "Umm…" I say, biting my bottom lip. "I grew up in foster care," I mutter with a sad shrug. "So, I guess you could say that I'm kind of from everywhere and nowhere at the same time," I tell them, a pang of sadness hitting me when my brother's face flashes through my mind. I could tell them that I'm from Northport, but I'm not ready to answer why I'm not a part of their pack.

She looked over the counter at the blushing artisan, her expression fierce and absolutely uncompromising. "Girl, I say forty isn't enough," Reagan declared, admiring the way the jade caught the sunlight on her wrist. "With the amount of time and skill you put into this? You're underselling yourself. Take the forty, Emerald. Consider it an official Frost pack endorsement."

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