Derek Frost Novels & Stories

"Probably another Derek emergency." "Can I just say—" Mia Frost threw her curtain open, clearly fired up even in the dark, "—that guy has nothing going for him except his face? What on earth do you even see in him?" Even in the pitch black, I could feel their frustration burning through the air.

the one in charge snapped. “This is Sinclair, my cousin from Ireland.” Derek nodded at the only one who looked old enough to wipe his own ass. He was inked to the max and looked like a badass, especially in comparison to the rest of them. “And all of these men…are Savages. The rest doesn’t matter.” The Backstreet Boys went back to loading their weapons and packing their shit into the vehicles. Derek wasn’t kidding when he said he’d brought ammo. I was never involved enough to realize how much weaponry the guy had.

He was staring, his mouth open, as two figures walked through the threshold. It was Claire and Derek. A collective gasp echoed off the vaulted ceiling. Derek wasn't wearing his ruined academy blazer or the clothes of a banished stray. He wore a heavy cloak of white fox fur over a tunic of sapphire silk—the exact colors of the Frosthound vanguard. His right arm, previously dislocated and broken, hung completely normal at his side. But it was his skin that made my inner wolf bristle. It was completely translucent, the blue veins beneath his jaw glowing with a faint, permafrost light. His eyes were no longer black, nor were they human; they were a freezing, crystalline sapphire.

Barasa didn’t flinch; his eyes stayed on the scientists carrying out their work. Derek turned to Butcher with a frown. "The walls have ears, Butcher," Derek reminded. "I know," Butcher said. "Just, what if? It’s been over twenty years already; she just pops out of the blue to torment Frost and disappear anytime she feels like it," Butcher said. Derek sighed and tilted his head to the side, stealing a glance at Barasa. "Very soon," Derek replied. Silence fell, with them just watching the scientists carry out their job.

he added softly. I spun on my wheel and walked towards the exit without looking at Derek again. "Please, Arthur. Spare my son.... don't do anything to him. I beg you." Derek continued crying and yelling behind me. "Shut him up." I roared while walking in long strides. "Yes, Mr. Froste," someone replied loudly. Derek still cried aloud in desperation until his voice died. "Pathetic," I heard Paul mumbling angrily behind me. Paul never showed his anger like this.

FREYA He traced his thumb along my knuckles and kissed my fingers again. Heat arrowed from the heat of his lips and prickled all over my skin. As he did that, I looked up and caught Leo staring like he wanted to skin Derek. “Derek is staring, isn't he?” Derek said. “He looks like he wants to skin you alive. He would coldly blot you out of existence if he could. Why do you ask?” “I felt you tense. But this is really perfect. I didn't think I would have this much fun.”