Amber A Lee Frost Novels & Stories

Something told him his Alpha was in a bad mood, and irritating him further was not the wisest choice—unless he had plans of ending up six feet under. Damon turned to leave when a young, beautiful lady quickly wound her arms around him. Amber Leofric, the daughter of the Alpha of the Nightshade Tribe, was the epitome of beauty. She wore a blue gown made of bright, expensive silk, and her blonde hair was neatly arranged in a bun. Like every other lady of high society, she was here to seek a future with the most handsome and powerful Alpha. Amber felt more than flattered that Damon had singlehandedly executed the wretched maid who had stolen her expensive jewelry. Her hopes of becoming his Luna

"This is not simple frost. This is witchcraft." "How would you know?" Lukas muttered from the floor, still rubbing his throat after what had happened earlier. "Because I read, Lukas, not just growl," I shot back without looking at him. "There was a record in my mother’s library about the northern clans, Rowan. The curse called Frozen Breath. If you use fire against it, you only speed it up. The flesh will crack from the heat." I knelt beside the sentry. My hands trembled, but I took a deep breath.

Ace said angrily. "I could have done that….." Amber continued swirling her glass. "But I chose to end her. You know when I saw her, all the resentment and hatred I felt for her flooded my entire body. I needed to hurt her. I needed to do something to calm myself down. I needed to do something to hurt Damian too," Amber was saying all this while looking at Ace angrily, the look in her eyes sent shivers down his spine, making him wonder how evil the woman in front of him was. But in a blink of an eye, her face changed. A eerie smile appeared of her lips as she stated the words " I STABBED HER"

"Nope, I came to look for Chris Evans.....is he here?" Anna laughed and dragged her friend back to the bed making them sit sided by side. "You seem to be in a good mood...." Amber said with a warm smile on her face. She had gone through numerous tracings in her life and the only person she could show herself to, and be real to was this younger girl in front of her..... "I have just been granted permission to leave. Eve said that I do jot have to resume my duties immediately. Amber smiled, it already been so long since she heard such good news.

It was so bad that we started avoiding our own home at a point. If I believed in diviners, I would have sent her to one. Ameera would tear the pillows, slash the pictures with a knife and generally destroy anything that came her way. This has happened since the day Arya died. Two months after Arya's death, it became obvious that Ameera wasn't going to stop anytime soon. We started locking her in the attic every Tuesday before she woke up. We would put her breakfast, lunch and even dinner in there and only bring her out on Wednesday morning. Sometimes it felt like there was a spell cast on her whenever she woke up on a Tuesday morning.

A desperate, terrible option. Because in twelve days, the apocalypse would begin. The temperature would drop to negative forty degrees. Power would fail. And in the chaos of a frozen world, people disappeared every day. Including hired killers. Including the Hart family. Maya picked up her phone with trembling hands and opened her notes app. She began typing, planning, calculating. If she couldn't beat them before the freeze, she would survive it. And in the aftermath, when civilization had crumbled and the old rules no longer applied, she would make every single person who had hurt her pay.

“Lara for her performance in Lameé perfumes.” “Arora for her performance in Reva cosmetics.” Kippa recited the lists of finalists on the nominations. “Good… good…. Very good….” Amber hung up. Her face was contorted with a sinister smile. Amber called her mom and started sobbing; she was good at inverting wrong to right… she was an experienced hand at this game. “Mom” Amber called pitifully as she sobbed. “Ambi… what is it? Child, why are you crying? Speak properly.” Mrs Witherby asked in concern.

Unexpectedly, Park continued, "You and Doc. Frost is simply like a married couple on the operating table! I'm thinking, should we start calling you Mrs. Frost? Hahaha!" These words touched Jasmine's heart, and she was overjoyed. "That's right, I am the wife of Frost in his career! It's as exciting to operate with him as it is to make love with him!" "This..." Park couldn't continue, blushing. "Park, let's go. My career husband, Frost Doc. Frost has specially arranged a car for me. I'll drop you off," Jasmine said as she took out a crumpled paper from her pocket and threw it into the trash can. It was her resignation letter. Then, she took the speechless Park and left, leaving the atmosphere

I shrug Back — ELARA POV Amber calls for me just after moonrise. She waits beside a massive bonfire in the central courtyard, dressed in ceremonial robes threaded with silver and lined with feathers. Her eyes glitter with reflection and something older. A crowd gathers silently behind her. She gestures for me to step forward. My feet move before my brain can stop them. “This night marks the awakening of Elara Nightshade,” Amber says to the pack. “Daughter of Anya Greystone. Heir of Predator. White wolf of the moon.”

I replied evenly. Amanda's smile didn't reach her eyes. "You can say that again after you pass the probation period." Victoria stepped forward, producing an elegantly wrapped box. "Miss Fletcher, a small token of appreciation. It's exclusive moonlight coffee from the Stone family's private reserve." Amanda's demeanor transformed instantly. "How thoughtful! Thank you, Mrs. Frost." I bit back a retort. Of course Victoria would use Ethan's resources to curry favor on her first day. Amanda led us through the office, introducing us to our new colleagues. "This is Victoria Frost, our first-place winner in the Pack Healer's Crystal Competition," she announced proudly.