Dbz Frost Novels & Stories

"Come, Aria. Let's go somewhere more fascinating." "Huh, where?" I asked quickly. -------- Cold stone. Damp air, and torches lining the walls like flickering eyes. "Frostpeak Dungeon, my dear," Frost announced as he pushed the heavy steel door open. A chorus of a noise soon wrapped around us. There was metal clanking, muffled cries, and some mad laughter echoing off the walls in jagged bursts. "This is where we keep offenders, criminals, rogues, and some little unstable cases," Frost said in an almost dismissive tone.

A split second later, Malix does, too, leaving me alone with the broken table. I clutch my useless-ass fork and spoon like they’re going to do shit against the shadows and watch the coordinated violence unfolding around me. Even though Frost doesn’t seem aware of Kian and Malix even being beside him, they’re still able to dance around him, snatching at spare shadows when they break free from his powerful jaws. Frost is a force of nature. He leaps off the walls and slams into counters, mowing through the shadows ferociously. He fights like a wolf possessed, decimating the shadows so thoroughly that my gaze can hardly keep up with him.

"Do you want to continue with this fight? This thing is called the Cold Marrow Fire Bead, a treasure handed down from ancient times. A Grand Weapon that can resist the world's enchanted flame!" Leonardo quipped triumphantly even though he was a little worried. He had only tried to scare Darryl. The crystal ball was not an ancient artifact, nor was it called the Cold Marrow Fire Bead—Leonardo had made up the name. It was actually called the Ten Thousand Year Frost. It was extremely rare as it could restrain ordinary flames and temporarily block the White Lily Cold Flame, but only temporarily. If Darryl were to persist a little longer, the White Lily Cold Flame would be able to break the barri

Ruby eyes blinked in the morning mist, eyes that looked vaguely familiar to her. “Oh my god, oh my god,” her breathing was becoming erratic, her heart beating like a rabbit, as she watched the incredible vision unfold before her. “Madchen, it’s ok,” Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this??

I sighed and told them what the spirit told me. “But why only to Lady Seraphina? The spirit could have just meet Sir Zale, and since he is a water element user, the heir to say the least, why not him?” Asked Notus while looking confused. I sighed and just crouched to be at his eye level. “If the spirit were to summon Zale, then it will just end there. Remember when I said that the vengeance spirit was a fire? It might be a fire spirit that was tainted by some pollution from here.” I explained.

"What just happened?" Frost stared silently at the burnt patch of ground. Instead of answering, he just looked at me, then walked past me. He bent down and picked up Damon's body from where it lay in the ritual circle. "Let's get out of here." * * *

Frost spun at Daimon’s cry, catching sight of him crumpled on the ground. One of the rogues sank its teeth into Frost’s arm, but he barely flinched. With a snarl, Frost seized the wolf by the throat and hurled it away like it was nothing. The rogue that had tried to ambush Andriel from behind lunged again, but Frost was ready. He caught it mid-attack, snapping its neck with a swift, brutal twist.

"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.

My heart ached. Even after my death, Kenneth still didn’t trust me. Someone had leaked the tragic state of my corpse in the hospital online, causing an uproar. The entire pack was in shock. Everyone whispered among themselves. Their most revered Alpha, Kenneth, had frozen his own Luna to death. In fact, it wasn't just in any season, but it was in the middle of the scorching summer. Everyone knew that the freezer had been faulty long ago. But how could a faulty freezer, left unused for years, still be capable of freezing a living, breathing Luna, who was a warrior with top-tier combat ability, to death?

"The silver-laced puck didn't just end my career, Cass. It was meant to end me." Luke slammed his hand against the frozen wood of the kitchen table in the Navarro Ridge. The ice-wolf’s knuckles were white, vibrating with a tremor he couldn't suppress. "You're shaking," Cass said. He didn't move. He stood by the sink, the scent of pine and old blood clinging to the air of the fantasy realm they called home. "The healer said the silver was purged."