Chemical Guys Black Frost Novels & Stories

Noah followed his gaze through the crowd, “You sound experienced.” “I am.” Noah looked sideways at him. “Is that supposed to impress me?” “Your pick,” Chase said calmly, then pointed subtly with his glass toward a blond guy near the bar laughing too loudly with two girls hanging off his shoulders. “See him?” “Frat boy.” “Rich frat boy. Alumni son. Cocaine habit.” “You know that from one look?” “I know because he bought from Tyler Kessler last semester.” Noah blinked once, “Your hockey team deals drugs?”

Toxic neon indigo flickered through the haze—advertisements for bootleg silver-salt and black-market adrenaline that had no business being so bright in a world that had forgotten the sun. I stood at the edge of the descent, my human right hand shielding my left eye against the chemical sting of the air. My right eye was still a void of gray fog, but my left—the gold-rimmed lens of the Phoenix—cut through the smog with a lethal, clinical sharpeness. Ga-chi.

He just looked down at his shoes. "Look, I buy alcohol from here sometimes, mainly when the guys need some for a party." I looked at him, surprised. "And that works? No one IDs you?" He tucked his hands into his front pockets, shrugging helplessly. "I have my ways." I smiled, waiting for him to share those ways. "I go up to a register which looks like a cute girl is working at, flirt with her a little bit, get her number and then I magically have alcohol."

He immediately shouted out: "Has the forensics team arrived yet?" "Sir, they're on their way." The man who answered him is a young police. The man looks around the area, involuntarily frowns, “Turn off this damn sound." As he spoke, he pointed at the playing vintage cassette player. After a while, he noticed a handsome young man who was touching and measuring something next to the victim's body, especially the mysterious black rose. The young man mutters: "Black rose- revenge, punishment and death, hmmm, how interesting”.

Ludo’s finger was on delete shaking. “Don’t press that button.” Ludo heard the voice nearer. Ludo slowly turned her head to see who it was. The footsteps got even more closer. “You!” Ludo yelled. “What? The sick girl?” The voice said, surprised. “Don’t kill me,” Ludo’s voice sunk as she slowly fell on her bed fainting. "Sh*t!", Hunter cussed.

At its center a towering formation of black ice spiraled upward like a throne carved from frozen night. And around it chains. Not metal. Ice. Veins of dark frost stretched outward in every direction… disappearing into nothing. Or— everywhere. “The network,” Jake said. The Crown Court Figures emerged from the shadows. Tall. Still. Wrapped in frost that moved like living armor. Their eyes glowed faintly blue. Not human. Not anymore. At the center one stepped forward. Different. Stronger. Watching. “You made good time,” the leader said. His voice echoed without sound—felt more than heard.

" My body was covered in frostbite. I had barely survived the blizzard, yet all he cared about was whether the samples were intact. I turned my head to avoid his fist and looked at him coldly. "You just shattered your precious samples on the ice, Lucas." Hearing my words, his expression froze, before his gaze followed mine straight towards the shards that were scattered across the ice. After a long moment, he spoke, his voice shuddering, "You'd better pray that there are other samples left, or else…" He shot me a vicious glare, then released me and climbed into another vehicle. The warmth from the car heater brushed over my body. Feeling strength slowly return to my arms, I finally allowed m

The healers, the warriors which been healed was still there. Michael landed on the ground and looked at Gathouř in anger. The latter smirked at him tauntingly seeing the changed in his emotions. Then, Gathouŕ dashed towards him. His puches and kicks emitted an icy blast. Michael knew, with a hit of its icy blast he will be frozen for good. So, Michael came to a decision- he wrapped his body with his flame magic which most thickest and most sharpest that he ever did in his whol life. Gathouř indeed honed his ability even more. This Black elf made his potential to burst further.

Ghosts in the Snow (II) ​POV: Alpha Kaelen Blackwood ​Three Years Ago. ​"Drink it, Kaelen." ​Doc Gale stood by the edge of my bed, holding a glass vial filled with a thick, purple liquid. Dream-weed extract. A heavy sedative.

"I’m not a coward. I’m a realist. But fine. I’ll run. But if I make it to the docks and you two are still breathing, you’re buying the drinks for the next year." "If we make it out of here," Aiden corrected, "I’ll buy you the whole damn tavern." Ignis looked at the hatch, his muscles coiled. "Aiden. Your hand. It’s turning black." Aiden glanced down. The frost was receding, replaced by a deep, necrotizing darkness. The cold had finally stopped being an external tool and started consuming his flesh. "It’s just a symptom. Don’t look at it. Look at the door."