Author Frost Novels & Stories

One move from her and they were already scattered and spiralling everywhere. She didn’t even look up until she bumped into someone. The latter was rock solid because although Liora was the one who bumped into him, she was the one who was sent metres backwards. She staggered and then raised her head, a familiar face greeting her. Tall. Sharp jawline. Brilliant, Dangerous, Ruthless and a foe. Damien Frost. CEO of Frost Corporation. The Frosts and The Morgans’ were mortal enemies since she could remember. The story was old and ancient and she could barely remember it but she knew that they hated each other in both private and public but sometimes managed to keep up appearances in public.

I wanted to help Selina since she was covered in flour, but I couldn’t find the strength to go up to her. I watched her laugh at something the man beside her said, and it hit me like a punch to the gut. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a calm presence that contrasted with the warmth radiating from Selina. A gentle warmth in his eyes made something stir within me. Sebastian Frost. The architect. I knew who he was. The town’s golden boy. The guy who looked like he had it all together. Snowfall Valley is so small that it's easy to recognize people, especially if they’re new to the town.

I waited in the dark parking lot of our school for ten minutes before I saw the headlights that turned toward me. Steve and Mike climbed out of a truck and walked to where I was leaning against my Jeep. They were too relaxed to suspect anything. “Hey, man, this is going to be awesome,” Mike said and blew on his hands and put them under his arms against the cold. I smiled as I looked at them and lifted my hands. “I command from the gods, the righteous path to unfold. Rjóðr eldr.” The red flames formed in my hands and it glowed eerily in the dark.

“You’re not taking her.” The furies laughed, their voices echoing through the night. “You cannot stop us, Hayden. Her soul… her power… it is already ours…” “No,” Hayden said, his voice low and dangerous. “It isn’t.” Without warning, the furies lunged forward, their claws outstretched, their eyes glowing with deadly intent. Hayden moved in an instant, his sword slashing through the air, cutting through the darkness with a blinding flash of light. The furies shrieked in pain, recoiling from the blow, but they weren’t done yet. They circled us, their movements fluid, like smoke drifting through the air, searching for an opening.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Peering into his eyes told her a few things. His pupils were unusually large and he seemed a little confused. Jacob had obviously drugged him pretty strongly but she had no idea what he’d used. The powerful guy sprawled on the floor probably couldn’t move. He’d have fought otherwise when Jacob had assaulted him. He lay meekly next to her but his eyes were lively and another growl tore from his slightly parted lips. She tried not to shiver from the sight of his sharp fangs.

So slit my throat or burn me against a tree if I wanted to save an innocent unborn child's life. They'd rather me risk a child's chance at living for the safety of the pack. So what did that say about their pack values? I heard rustling behind me and I twisted my head around and saw Faye. Her blonde hair was braided today and she was trying to hide behind a tree but had successfully failed. "Hi, Faye," I called out and then turned back to stare at the clear blue water below in the spring. I could feel the heat emanating from it as a cloud of steam rose to the surface.

I was startled awake by a sudden chill. Winter's frost iced my chambers, and Jokul Frosti was keeping quarters by the burnt out hearth, ice Jotun that Jokul was. I banished the sprite Jokul with a bit of runefire from my fingertips, and he danced out with a holler and hoot. I suddenly felt as cold as the river of knives, Nastrond, where the Damned were felled and rotted eternally.

The wind howled like an angry spirit across the snowy northern border. The air carried the scent of pine and steel, mixed with the bitter bite of frost that never seemed to leave this land. Alexandro stood at the edge of the watchtower, his cloak wrapped tightly around his shoulders, his hands gripping the icy railing as his amber eyes surveyed the treacherous terrain beyond. The mountains loomed like silent sentinels in the distance, and beyond them—the shadow of Valerian's dominion.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

he rubbed his evident stubble, embarrassed at the fact that he didn't know her name while they had a heart-to-heart discussion. "Am Sabina, Zara is in school already." "Oh, sure lemme leave you to it then" he stretched himself throwing a lip-sided smile at her then retired to his room. Constructive comments or cheesy ones too thanks lovelies.