Author Frost Novels & Stories

He opened his arm and I crossed my arms over my chest, shaking my head. “No way.” I'm not going to be anyone's slave anymore. I knew that was what he'd make me, seeing I am an omega. He rolled his eyes and dropped his hand with a sigh. “She's stubborn, God damn it.” He said to the side again, not minding that I could hear him. “Maybe I'll manage the haunted forest– my life hasn't been any better anyways.” I turned to face where he pointed– the west wing. “I'm Luca Frost, leader of Freedom Rogue Camp. I lost my parents in these woods at a young age and I grew up surviving by my wits.”

Defeated, I shifted back and looked at the endless road ahead of us. Frost tuned the radio in, finding an active frequency, but it was just a buzz and nothing it could grasp. “Turn the shit off. It gives me a headache.” “You mean heartache?” I glared at him. ”Shut the fuck up, will you?” I couldn’t argue with him because he was definitely right on that part. Frost was maybe a manwhore and a spoiled son of a billionaire, but he was a good person. He always meant his words. Anyone could call him an asshole, but he’d better be one than a liar by giving women false hopes.

She is fair in complexion, she is the same height as me, she has a pointed nose, small heart-shaped lips and she’s a bit chubby. "Hi, how are you " I responded while putting on a hair net "I’m good. The cakes are ready you can start laying the frost on them" "Okay" Once I started laying the frost on the cake, Amal came closer to me, she looked at the cake before she glance at me. "Afraah today is Monday," She said "I’m very much aware of that," I said still concentrated on what I’m doing "You’re not supposed to use chocolate as the layers frost"

Frost asked. "Your Phoebe?" Emille chuckled. "What happened to Freya?" "Nothing, can a man not have fun?" Frost replied nonchalantly. "You are formidable." Emille shook his head. "Of course I am." Frost replied narcissistically. "In a bad way." Emille added. Frost scuffed. Emille and Frost are the Frost brothers. Emille chose his own path when their father passed away, changing his last name to Glacier and becoming a ghost.

A shimmer of frost sparked across my fingertips, glittering like stars. There you go, Alba whispered. But just as quickly, it faded. Frustrated, I opened my eyes and froze. Across the training field stood Alpha Rhett, speaking to a woman I didn’t recognize. Tall, confident, and clearly comfortable in his space, she leaned in with a too-familiar smile, her hand grazing his arm. Rhett didn’t pull away. Something inside me snapped. A gust of freezing wind burst from my chest. Ice blossomed across the ground in a sudden, sharp wave, radiating outward from where I stood. Frost surged up the nearest tree trunks. A thin sheet of ice glazed over the nearby flowers, wilting them.

It had been a long time since he felt such a strong force coming at him. Frost, who was opposite of Achilles, was pushed back several steps by Achilles. He was looking at Achilles dumbfoundedly. “Oho, since the battle with the Shadow Totem, it’s been years since I met an opponent as good as you and very much to my liking. You are mine today. No one can snatch you away from me.” As soon as the words left his mouth, Achilles swung his casserole-sized fist toward Frost once again. Next, Frost was defeated by his blast and was forced to retreat one step after another. He seemed overwhelmed with shock.

My babies, who had looked at me like I was a stranger. I unlocked the phone. He didn’t even set a password. I took a slow breath and swallowed the cold water from the glass beside me, trying to steady myself. Then I went through his contacts. My name wasn’t there. Not “mate.” Not “wife.” Not even “Clara.” But Frost’s chat sat at the top. I opened it. Photo after photo.Frost smiling, wearing a gold birthday crown, holding my children in her arms. The twins clung to her, faces bright, while he stood behind them—his hand resting lightly on her shoulder.

"What's your name, kid?" "Leo," he answered, tilting his head back to look at the towering Alpha. "I’m five. How old are you?" "Twenty-one." Leo’s eyes went wide. "Whoa. You’re as old as Cass. He’s my favorite first cousin once removed, you know." They walked back toward the kitchen. "Is he?" "Yep. He taught me how to track snow-rabbits last winter. We played Moon-Stalker. Do you play Moon-Stalker?"

"I want to take this time to remember our mother... Luna Anya Gayly Frost." A heavy, emotional hush swept the stands. Off to the side, Maddox closed his eyes and bowed his head, while Reagan instinctively reached for Xander's hand, threading her fingers tightly through his. "This festival was the one time of year where she shone her brightest," Zyan continued. A raw, aching tenderness bled into his authoritative tone as he remembered her laughter during the games, and how easily she drew the pack together. "The past eight months have been incredibly hard on the Frost Pack. Our family alone suffered a devastating loss."

He was big and tall, a man whose presence commanded the room, and I knew that wherever he went, he would naturally draw every eye toward him. "Eh…" my voice croaked out as he whipped his head back at my voice and I wanted to smack my face, one dark brow arching in question. "How can I address you?" I asked. It was the first time I had spoken to him properly. I knew I couldn't escape him. This man was more dangerous than he looked and never one to cross. "I am Jude Winter," he introduced himself in a steady, low voice. "Known as Frost, and the Crown of the Umbra organization." My body jerked at the title.