Author Frost Novels & Stories

Come off it, Lieutenant. Smith nodded in the affirmative as his eyes beamed with certainty. ''As a matter of fact, inspector, there's a big chance that Jack Banning is roaming still far in the ColdWolf woodland,'' Smith affirmed. ''We traced his phone call with Salim to the untamed forest around the Gulf Coast, and a search team has been despatched to the forest on the Chief of Police's order.''

The silence in the house was getting way too awkward. “Hi guys…” he said. “So I’m Frost…and I’m very grateful to you all for accepting me into your house. I love it here. It’s very warm down here unlike the North…terribly cold.” “Northern wolves usually like the cold,” Sebastian said, staring Xavier down. “I know right?” Xavier laughed uneasy. “That is why we’re called the North pack right?” “The Ice pack,” Jon corrected eyeing him. “You are one weird guy. We would get along fine. Come along, I’ve got the latest season of AOT on my flash, you’d love to watch it. Wait, you’re following AOT right?”

Although I still see him, King Alword in my dreams haunting me. Am 18. Neither tall nor short, have long black hair, blue ocean eyes, pink lips and possess a super power. I have the ability to heal anything. Cool right??. I checked the time on my phone screen and sigh, i don't wish to be late. I tossed away the blanket from my body and stood up, I head towards my bathroom and had a nice bath. The warm running did a really good job on my skin. After bathing, I cleaned myself with my towel and applied body lotion. I got dressed in my favorite blue bib jumpsuit and white sneakers, I packed up my hair in a high ponytail before I glanced back at the mirror. Yeah am ready.

I looked at him, so he is Lady Zephyrine's father? "He is not her real father. He is her foster father, Neven." The elder said. A foster father, like the mother whom I've grown with. As I can see, he is a beast-man, so they are not extinct. I stared at him until he hid behind the elder. Heh, scaredy bird. He dared mock the allies of the element of their kind. Zale proceeds to talk with the elder about the plan and I can say, he really shines in plan making. "We will commence the plan tomorrow evening. Mr. Neven, I hope you will cooperate, or else, Lady Zephyrine will die." Zale explained. The elder also told us that Neven is a strong wind user, and I applaud that, but we will see tomorrow if

The soft knocking of the cold northern wind on the window beside his bed was not the one that kept him lying awake. It was already past midnight but still, he couldn't sleep. He just lay there in the darkness, eyes wide open. Something's really troubling him, he just couldn't figure it out. He shifted his gaze towards the window. The wind was howling outside and he could hear the faint sound of waves hitting the rocks of the shore. A storm is about to pass by. He smiled at the thought of it. He secretly admired the storms that always pass by the country. The sound of fierce waves rocking fishermen's boats and howling winds had always marveled his heart. No matter how his family and neighbour

Nikolai surely wouldn’t take it lightly with me when he found out that I had just made friends with FrostClaw pack’s rogue heirs. FrostClaw. The sworn enemy of our pack.

Raphael replied, "I do not plan to annihilate or conquer a race or anyone except Roosevelt, what I will do instead is forge an alliance between me and each race, just like the pact I want to propose to you, wolf." I demanded, "What pact exactly." He smirked, "Annihilating Roosevelt together, and serving me." Mars snapped, "You expect us to serve you? Who do you think you are?" Raphael gripped his sword, he looked seconds from unsheathing it, his fingers locked the hilt, I could witness frozen tendrils of mist bleeding out. "You nearly forced me to draw frostbite" So Raphael’s sword is called Frostbite Blade. The blade is long, straight, pale blue like glacier ice. It doesn’t shine. It drinks

she muttered. "Indeed it is. So, what do you say we go celebrate your new job?" Frost asked showing an evil smirk. Chassy really thinks that this Frost is a mist. From the way he is to the way he would sneak in her room. She's not to doubt him, he is the mist.Chassy raised a brow at Frost. "You can't trick me. If I were you I'd just disappear," she said, taking her stuffs and walked away from Frost. But he followed her.

From the center of the largest crystal pillar, a towering humanoid figure began to take shape. The Frost Sovereign was a nightmare in frozen architecture. It was twelve feet high, its body made of living, semi-transparent glacial ice that glowed with a cold, pale blue luminescence. Its head was crowned with horns of jagged frost, and where its eyes should have been, two bottomless pits of absolute, pitch-black void burned with frozen malice. In its massive, crystalline hand, it held a broad-bladed spear carved from a single, ancient icicle that radiated absolute zero—a temperature so cold it froze the ambient oxygen in the air into falling crystals of solid blue dust.

Frost was found two hours later. A security team to the coordinates Vael gave, a compact site that read as a decommissioned water treatment facility from the outside and was something considerably older inside, and the real Frost in a suspended hold exactly as Vael had described — sitting, breathing, eyes closed, dreamless. He woke inside sixty seconds of the hold being released and spent the first twenty minutes being deeply confused and the next hour being extremely focused, which was, Ava had learned, simply his personality on a sliding scale.