Author Frost Novels & Stories

"Where does your pack bloodline originate, and why are you hiding in the Duskwild Expanse?" Charles lets out a dark, mocking laugh that vibrates through the small stone room. "You really know how to stretch a single question, little female. I am an orphan, abandoned at the northern border. Nathan Frost, the former Alpha of the Frost Pack and owner of the Duskwild ice hockey franchises, took me in. Before he succumbed to his silver wounds, he made me swear to take over the team and the territory. And he had one final, binding request."

comes on, the light comes from Valerie's bag " did she leave her fucking phone here ooh my God Val" I said bringing out the phone, surprisingly it's not locked, another ping it's an image, there are all images. I open one and it takes me to her gallery and what I see blows my fucking mind, it's a picture from 2001 That's the opening day of Frost academy, in the picture I see Coach Frost standing at the right side beside a man holding the scissors to cut the ribbon, opposite him is a lady that looked so much like Valerie and Arianna but she had Arianna's eyes, standing next to her is what I think is the island owner. looking down at the picture their names is written down the woman's name is

But just like fairytales only one of them was going to catch the attention of the wealthy prince. The Forst mansion was opened up for people for the first time in more than a decade, after the death of Merida, The Frost's had completely cut themselves from the outside world, they would do business with a few of their partners and still managed to be the best amongst all. It was known far and wide that Jordan Frost was not a simple person, he had relations with the underworld bosses and some said that he was the underworld boss himself, which caused him to suffer many losses and amongst them, the biggest was the murder of his beloved daughter.

' I asked in a desperate voice. 'Yes, he is. But don't worry about him. I'll lose him very soon,' Frost said with confidence, and I trust her. People around watched the scene unfold, and from the expressions on their faces, I could tell what they were thinking. Frost was a bright blue wolf mixed with elegant white that went in circles all around her body. One glance at her, and it would stick into your head for ages. Yes! She was that unique. As we ran across the traffic, dodging moving vehicles, Alexandros, my mate, was behind us. He didn't shift into his wolf, yet he was so fast and close.

"So?" I felt a twinge of annoyance at the sneer on his tone. But I remained cool as I responded. "Nothing. It's just the first time I've seen you, and my usual seatmate is Leilani." "Well, apologies for your seatmate, but the teacher had put me here. Says you can help me catch up with the lessons since you are the brightest student of hers," the guy said. "The name's George Forester. You are Wildfrost, am I right?"

“This… this is just great.” Alex stared at her and asked calmly, “So should I call you Mom or something?” “Huh—?” Frostine’s eyes widened, confused. She then shook her head profusely. “You must be mistaken. How could I ever be… My name is Frostine Usoro, your father’s disciple. So, according to our statuses, I should call you my little brother.” ‘Little brother, my a*s!’ Before Alex could say a word, Frostine got on one knee as her purple shawl fell to the ground. Her red dress was rather sexy; hence her position made her look even more seductive.

Dried completely I dressed myself. “I will give you happiness,” Frost asserted, and I smiled at him. “Are there female Frost warriors?” I inquired. Shaking his head slowly he said with a playful smile, “You can be the first but you will have to fight and win Boris.” Cooking my eyebrow I asked curiously who Boris was. Frost climbed out of the river chuckling. After he dressed he leaned his face before mine and I could see the stubble on his chin. “Boris is my pet polar bear,” he said and I snorted while I laughed but then paused.

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

The park was mostly empty—it was far too early for anyone to be out anyway. Just bare trees and frost-covered grass and one figure standing beneath a massive oak tree at the far end. Frost stopped walking so abruptly I almost ran into him. The man under the tree was pretty tall—maybe six-two or six-three—built like an athlete, similar to Frost. All lean muscles and broad shoulders. His dark hair was pulled back in a bun, and even from this distance I could see his eyes—amber, almost glowing in the light fog. “Kieran.” Frost breathed the name in a whisper.

"We actually missed having you come around." Frost chuckled, a sound that felt like velvet over ice. "I really missed you both," he said, then turned curious. "And where's the rogue?" "My lord," Damon suddenly called, taking steps forward and giving a full bow. Frost smiled, patting his back and signalling him to get up. "He's been incredible," I said honestly. "A quiet work machine. He practically carried half the entire warehouse today." "Yeah," Maya added. "If we had two more Damons, we sure would retire early."