Author Frost Novels & Stories

“Hi, Mr. Frost! My name is Harper Sinclair, and I’m calling to see if your company is currently looking for new representation?” “New representation?” he repeats. His voice dances with a sudden, rich amusement. “What is it that you believe you can do for me, Miss Sinclair?” The playful banter catches me off guard. James Frost is the legendary, ruthless billionaire CEO of Frost Industries. I expected an abrasive, intimidating old man, but this voice sounds shockingly young, vibrant, and undeniably flirtatious. “Well, I'd love to show you,” I say, crossing my fingers tightly under the desk. “Would you be interested in meeting with me to discuss this in person?”

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.

I added to my first query. "Considering how Ice brought you all the way here, it must mean that you’re prepared to know about the truth behind this realm," he said at the same time that he let go of the fountain’s base. "I’m Frost, and as you might have already noticed, I’m the one who you’ve communicated with as you slowly moved through the portal. And one more thing…" The man who named himself Frost stepped forth, then reached for my cheeks with both of his hands. At that point, I totally lost myself when tears began to stream down my face.

"Her name is Frost. She was Morpheus's second, before Umbra. She did not sleep. She waited. She is older than Morpheus, colder than Umbra." "Can we reach her?" "No. She will not listen. She believes the Circle is a sickness. She wants to cure it." --- The council gathered. Morpheus stood apart, his ancient face troubled. Umbra sat beside him, still thawing, still uncertain. "Frost was my sister," Morpheus said. The room went silent. "Not by blood—by purpose. We built the frozen kingdom together. When I chose to thaw, she chose to remain. She has been preparing for this moment ever since."

He cared less about the people that had been carried away by the mighty flood that Frost had created. “What the heck are you doing?” Minrad snapped at Frost when he landed and got off the bird. His appearance was admittedly shocking. He was completely bald and his clothes were blood stained. “Ash is no longer lord, get out of here.” Minrad waved as if that was all it took to get Frost to leave. Frost wasted no time in arguing. He attacked with frozen balls from his fists, something Minrad had no idea he possessed. He was fast enough to dodge it thanks to his senses as lord.

"He chose to come here. Chose to work the fields. Chose freedom. That choice had risks. He accepted them." "Did he? Did he know that accepting freedom meant dying in a field at thirty-two?" "No one knows what accepting anything means. We just choose and hope." Elena covered James's face. "You gave him six months of choice. That's more than Victor gave him in two years." Forty-eighth stone for Hope's Garden. Maya carved it herself. The third winter was worse than the models predicted. Minus-thirty sustained. Minus-forty during storms. Minus-fifty for three days straight when polar vortex descended.

I nodded. Lyra looked curiously at the river. Her small hand lifted slightly. The mark on my wrist tingled faintly. “Lyra,” I said gently, “can you feel that?” She tilted her head. Then frowned slightly. “Cold… but not mine,” she whispered. Maren’s breath caught. “What does that mean?” “It means,” Kaelor said quietly, “the frost is anchored artificially.” Maren’s eyes sharpened. “Show me.” I stepped closer to the railing with Lyra.

Roxanne insisted shouting from behind. I prefered to ignore her and kept walking without turning back. I discreetly left the house, managing no one to see me and headed to the forest. When I reached the forest, I started feeling free and carefree. Our kind is inextricably linked to the forest. We can't live without it. It's in our blood. My wolf was already wagging his tail inside my head. "Relax Frosty. I'll give you the control as soon as we go deep in the forest" I reassured her. I named my wolf Frosty due to the pure white fur she has. Apart from me, Roxanne and some omega males and females have pure white fur. The rest of the pack members are usually black, brown or dark blue. When I wa

"But Tobias, if you are not ready, we find a different role. I am not forcing anyone into positions they cannot handle." After giving it some thought, he slowly nodded. "I'll make an effort. But I must be able to tell you if it gets to be too much without feeling like I let you down." "Always. It is now part of the protocol to communicate. No one suffers in silence." The first new arrival under the expansion came three days later. A girl named Frost, seventeen, whose ice powers had awakened during a winter storm. Before her pack caught her, she had frozen the water supply of an entire hamlet in an attempt to prevent a flood, almost killing people from dehydration.

It was coming. As the wind howled through the clearing, a shadow moved at the edge of the forest. Not Ash. Not Kade. Something older. Something that carried the unmistakable mark of her uncle’s power. And for the first time, Raven understood that her awakening wasn’t the beginning of freedom—it was the beginning of war.