Author Frost Novels & Stories

Before Liliana's Torture Light fills the eastern sky, I stand by the open window and look out towards the land that I own, the Northlands and a bitter chuckle escapes my lips. I, Landon Frost, Alpha King of the Northlands, leader of the Frostbite pack have everything his heart desires. Power, Money, Longevity….I have everything except for one thing. My mate.

An extreme quiet had filled the entire courtyard, the kind that made the slightest sound matter. He cleared his throat, and swallowed hard. "I'm sure many of you would know me. And I'm sure a lot of you wouldn't. But I'm happy to introduce myself to you. My name is Frost... Vargan's son. And I will be testifying for Rya..." he pointed at me, throwing a short glance at me before he continued, "not as the Alpha... but as my mate!" His voice was low, but audible. His words were well thought of, intentional, issued out softly and calmly but piercing the heart that listened keenly. His countenance was... a bit sombre.

But Frost gestures for them to stand down, clasping arms warmly in greeting. "Well met, brothers. I have returned, and bring glad tidings." He turns, beckoning us forward. "This is Scar, the last dragon bonded to Lena. And his second in command, Hermes. They come as allies this day." Wonderment reflects on the weathered faces studying us. I exchange subtle nods with the bald, muscle-clad warrior who steps forward - Flint, Frost's second-in-command if I recall. His steely gaze promises thorough scrutiny, but I detect no overt hostility from any. Frost's word holds weight here.

"Hi guys… it’s me, Frost—the name you all knew me as. I’m sorry this is reaching you now, but I’m not who you thought I was. I was a spy, planted in the clan by Ace. He found me as a child, half-dead, and saved me… or so I believed. He gave me my first bullet wound, staged my body where Sandro would find me, and that’s how I entered the Dark Domain. From the start, my life here was built on a lie. I never wished to deceive anyone… but I did. I owed him my life, or at least I thought I did. He made me strike a deal—one I was too weak to refuse. If I worked for him, if I carried out his will from the inside, he swore he’d give me what I wanted most. I clung to that promise, blind, even when it

He can't exactly ask in the middle of a fight. Unless... Connor shifts back to human. "What's your real name, champion?" Frost laughs. "Foolish child. As if I'd tell you." "Then tell me this—do you even have a name beyond what they gave you? Or are you just their puppet?" The champion's eyes flash with something that might be anger. "I am Frost. I am Champion. I am the High Court's Will made manifest." "But were you always? Or were you someone else before they bound you?"

Ashley is treating Jace like an outcast 🤔🤔is there a story behind this? Dera is getting used to this new school, but she hasn't even started 😂😂 Frost Academy has an app , it is similar to I*******m but this app is only for Frost Academy students both ex- students. What do you think is Dera's username?? Queen of mean??? Well Tolani's username is unique !! Does it have anything to do with her character?? Dera thinks Jace is HOT!!!😍😍 Do you think she's developing something for him??

It looked like a promising place to start, Julian decided as Luther pulled into the motel only ten buildings away. "Another bloody defeat," Vic muttered, his displeasure giving even more bite to his British accent. "Gwen Frost, you couldn't kil a Reaper to save your bloody life. " I narrowed my own eyes and glared at Vic, hoping he would get the message to shut up already before Logan and the others heard him. I didn't want to advertise the fact that I had a talking sword. I didn't want to advertise a lot of things about myself. Not at Mythos.

The fire in his eyes was replaced with a warm golden glow once his eyes met mine. “What was that, boy? It is forbidden to use your power on other Golden Shifters.” Mr. Frosco gritted out. “I am sorry… Alex didn’t do it deliberately. He doesn’t know control his powers yet.” “ But, he was able to wield his power to save you! whom are you kidding, girl.”

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

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.