Author Frost Novels & Stories

I say, glancing at Zander, who grins widely, his smile proud and a little mocking. “No problem,” he says before standing up. “Keep in touch.” With that, he disappears, leaving me alone once again in a park full of joy and glee. But it doesn’t hurt so much as I look down at Blaze, who had gotten comfortable in my lap. A groan escapes my lips as I push the bag higher up on my shoulder, glancing down to glare angrily at Blaze through the mesh. The fatass was making the bag unnecessarily heavy with his presence.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Ethan Brownfur was one of the rarest magicians that possessed special talent to induce fragmented soul into a weapon. Fourteen years ago, Ethan had created three rune weapons from the remaining soul of Fenrir, the legendary breath winter wolf, who weaved eternal ice to the surrounding of Blackfrost Kingdom. Ethan presented the Frostbringer to Jayden, a blue-crystal sword that could emit freezing rays; He gave the Hailstorm to Carson, a giant two-handed axe that could summon blizzards and strong winds; lastly, he granted Aiden the Frozenthorn, a gallant white crystal-spear that could raise icicle spikes from the ground.

It was cold—frigid, even—and it was slowly but steadily freezing her heart and other vital organs. In his mind, Danial searched the vast repository of knowledge from his inheritance and found the explanation: Miss Kirk possessed a rare condition known as the Frostborn Physique. This was no ordinary affliction—it was a unique and powerful physique that caused the body to continuously generate frost energy whenever she cultivated. The Frostborn Physique grew stronger with each cultivation session, making it increasingly difficult to control and maintain the frost energy. Left unchecked, this energy could potentially freeze her from the inside out, a slow and painful process that could ultimate

Just from the way this person threw the fork in a precise and smooth manner, he could already deduce that this person is a powerful one. Frost did not respond to him, and just raised the glass she was holding and tilted it to his way before she casually drinks it. A sign of agreement. The man playfully smiled, his face held an expression of amazement and interest. "I'm Fang of Black Hawk Mercenary. And you are?" The man suddenly introduced himself at Frost. Honestly, he was very interested towards the person in black cloak, and so, he decided to introduced himself. Hoping that he could also get this person's name.

Alpha Ajax growled at her. She let out a sigh. "Frost isn't technically a minor." She said. "He was born in 10, his father was a Dragon, an old friends mate." "10? Like 1910?" I asked her. She shook her head. "As in 10 CE." "His mother wasn't alive then." "She wasn't his real mother." She said, as she got to her feet. "Frost go wait outside." He listened to her with a nod. "Who is his real mother?" Channing asked her.

The jealous anger flared up in Frost's heart, he looked up and drank the wine in the cup. "Mr. Frost, another glass?" Maddy's gentle voice sounded from behind him, even though her voice was soft, it still startled Frost. Without turning around, Frost stiffly replied, "No, thank you!" Maddy could tell that Frost was in a bad mood, which was very rare. Frost never showed his emotions, having an expressionless face was his trademark. She secretly gave him a nickname: Stone Buddha!

POV: Aria Monroe The Frost Vale was colder than Aria remembered. Not just in temperature, but in spirit. The trees were skeletal, stripped of bark and life, their branches reaching like claws toward a sky that refused to shine. Snow fell in slow spirals, but it wasn’t pure—it was ash. The ground beneath her boots crunched with bone and ice, the remnants of flame-bearers who had come before. Luna walked beside her, silent, her mark glowing like a beacon in the dark.

Frost was secretly happy when she heard what Rose said. Frost almost had her wrist broken by Sebastian’s grip because of Sabrina. Moreover, she had lost half of her monthly allowance because of that little Aino. Frost had quite a few embarrassing moments all over the Ford residence, and she had also formed a grudge with Old Master Shaw’s granddaughter, Selene. Frost remembered all these hatreds in her heart, She must take revenge. Although she wanted to take revenge, she still had to rely on her aunt to do so.

After we annihilate the freshly cooked meat, Frost excuses himself to wash up, while Kian and Malix head out to stretch their limbs. I leave them to it and follow Frost to the water. If he senses that I’m behind him, he doesn’t show it. He walks to the edge of the stream, and the sunlight shining off the crystal clear water reflects fractals of white light on his golden skin. I watch from behind a tree as he steps into the shallows, then wades deeper, where he vanishes beneath the surface and immediately reemerges on his knees. His hands swipe his pale hair back from his face, then he starts splashing water on his body, washing himself clean.