Caitlin Snow Killer Frost Novels & Stories

“Explain.” His voice took on an edge of righteous anger. “She killed our Alpha and Luna! Snow may look meek, but she’s a monster. She wasn’t even born mute! Tell me why she conveniently lost her voice after the murders. She did it to hide her lies!” he sneered, confidence growing stronger as I let him speak. “She’s no innocent. Reject her, your graciousness, before she drags you down with her.”

They weren't creatures of flesh and bone; they were monstrosities of ice and blue fire, their eyes glowing with the malevolence of the Frostbite King. "Elena, shield them!" Killian shouted. He didn't wait for the enemies to reach the ground. He leaped twenty feet into the air, his golden aura exploding like a sun going supernova in the middle of a blizzard. He caught the first Frost-Wolf by the throat mid-air. With a guttural roar, he crushed the creature's ice-neck with his bare hands, turning it into a shower of sapphire shrapnel. I didn't hesitate. I reached deep into the cold void within my chest, feeling the Mark of the Devourer resonate with the freezing environment.

"To be honest with you, I already know who killed Freya." The sudden revelation hit Zeke like a hammer, his insides reverberating with the impact. Yet, on the surface, he remained composed, asking with feigned curiosity, "Oh? Who was it?" "The person you know." Caitlin’s gaze turned cold as she stared at Zeke, who met her eyes, his own filled with growing suspicion. He pretended not to know, playing dumb, "I know them? Who?" "Sienna and Teresa." Caitlin finally gave the answer, and Zeke gasped, taken aback. "Sienna, Teresa? Those two? Why would they kill Freya?"

And somehow, according to a haunted forest and a silver-eyed man who terrified wolves, she was connected to me. Me. Lena Frost. Borderland girl. Camp rat. Turnip thief. The human fool Damien Thorncroft once dressed in white and murdered under moonlight. I shook my head. “No.” Cassian’s mouth tightened. “No?” “No.” I stepped back from the tree. “I am not doing this right now.” Ben blinked. “Doing what?”

He had brought Snow here to show her off to Ethan, yet it turned out she already knew Ethan personally. Recalling his foolish smirk and the stupid question, ‘If I don’t know her, do you?’ made him feel utterly embarrassed. Ethan said, “I gave her a choice, and she chose death.” … Three years ago, Snow’s predecessor, Nina, was sent to seduce Ethan. However, Ethan saw through her plans the moment she appeared. He put his phone in front of her. “This is the footage of your parents being murdered. The killer that you have been searching for eighteen years is in there.”

Freya. Caitlin lifted her head, green eyes searching his black gaze. "You know her." She shared the memory in his mind, saw the same fragments of images. The glimpse sickened her, the brutality of that death. The woman had been murdered using the ritual "vampire" slaying techniques. Beheaded. The stake. She is dead. He said it with certainty, with sorrow. She was my aunt. I think so. Caitlin’s face went white. "Did she have a son?"

"Not until you understand that the man who rejected you seven years ago doesn't exist anymore. And not until you give me the chance to prove it." As Raven turned to walk away, her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. A video file, timestamp showing it was taken that morning. When she opened it with trembling hands, she watched footage of herself in her apartment—sleeping, unaware, completely vulnerable. Multiple camera angles. Professional equipment. The video's final frame showed a message in white text: "Come to the Cascade Mountains. Come alone. Or I'll burn every connection you've ever made. —D"

She would kill anyone who threatened her! If Caitlin and Rashad had known that Snow was such a crazy woman, they wouldn't have dared to come to her at all. Snow dragged them to the lawn next to the garden. She found the shovel used by the gardener to turn the ground, and then she went to the garden. Snow didn't rush to dig a pit. She took a sharp kitchen knife and looked at the two people who had become unconscious after taking so many sleeping pills. With a sullen face, she stabbed them with the knife without any hesitation.

She did see another Healer, though, one she wanted to talk to. Dr. Cale Ryan was sitting on the floor in the back of the tent, next to some of the other Healers that had just been released. Jo recognized Martin and Ona, but she didn’t know the others. She would be polite and congratulate them on their freedom, but she wanted to ask Cale a few questions about what had happened with Blanche. Hearing Zane explain what had happened helped, but she still wanted to hear what Cale had to say. After all, he’d been the one Blanche actually shot.

I looked at him, so he is Lady Zephyrine's father? "He is not her real father. He is her foster father, Neven." The elder said. A foster father, like the mother whom I've grown with. As I can see, he is a beast-man, so they are not extinct. I stared at him until he hid behind the elder. Heh, scaredy bird. He dared mock the allies of the element of their kind. Zale proceeds to talk with the elder about the plan and I can say, he really shines in plan making. "We will commence the plan tomorrow evening. Mr. Neven, I hope you will cooperate, or else, Lady Zephyrine will die." Zale explained. The elder also told us that Neven is a strong wind user, and I applaud that, but we will see tomorrow if