Draw Jack Frost Novels & Stories

So in their eyes, I was nothing more than a tool to be completely drained of worth. The storm felt as though it were freezing my organs solid, but I summoned the last of my strength, curled my fingers and pushed the car door open again. My stiff limbs gave way the moment I stepped out, and I fell hard into the snow. Hearing the noises from my end, Zachary scoffed, his sneer almost visible in his voice. "No way, are you trying to rupture the heating pipes again? You can't even bear to hurt a mouse, so why are you acting all scary now?

Three weeks until the draft. Three weeks until every scout, every agent, and every supernatural bloodline in the country converged on our city to watch Jace Kingston step onto the ice. And somewhere out there, an unknown enemy was counting down the days, too. I stared at the text message until the words blurred, then shoved my phone into my pocket before I could reply. Whoever had sent it wasn't Valcourt.

If Frost’s leader met with the King of Hades, he would have to greet him respectfully. Frost trembled in fear. “Ahh!!!” During the time he was shocked, the last member of his team died by Myst’s hand. “Please spare me!” Frost fell to his knees and hurriedly said, “I didn’t know it was you! I just took on Jaxon Chandler’s request! He said that you were just a normal martial artist who’s a little more skilled than some common fighter. We didn’t know that you were the King of Hades!”

Jaxter, after a moment of hesitation, finally gave a reluctant nod. Hayle proceeded to inspect Ice’s body carefully. Despite the tense atmosphere, she focused on ensuring that there were no signs of the distinctive mark that would identify Ice as a member of the Golden Circle. Hayle, though slightly uncomfortable, noticed the impressive physique of Ice, which only reaffirmed Jacob’s high regard for her. She was meticulous in her examination, hoping to clear the air and relieve the tension.

Tom looked over to see Frost standing by his bed in a white coat, holding a test report with a serious expression. After holding in his anger for a long time, Tom couldn't resist anymore. He glared at Frost provocatively and then pulled out the needle, causing Dr. Jasmine to gasp and move forward, but Frost stopped her. "Tom, even if you refuse to work for me in the future, I still can't let you die here!" "Dr. Frost, rest assured, if I am to die, it will be before you! Because you refused to listen to my arrangements and were determined to court death! Has your fiancee, Snow White, already passed away?"

Frost looked away, eyes dimming. He saw her again. Jenny. Her lips trembling. Her hand brushing his cheek like she didn’t hate him for who he was. The look in her eyes when she kissed him back... "He tried to hurt my friends," Frost said flatly. "And I don’t let that slide." "Alright. Fire, Sage, and I go undercover tomorrow. You’ll work with Scylla, Thayla, and Lyra." Frost groaned. "I'd rather shoot myself. You know what those daughters of Jezebel become when they're together. Drama, seduction, disaster—I’m not doing it."

Eighteen months of preparation proved insufficient. The third winter arrived six weeks early. Week 130: Temperature plummeted from 40°F to minus-ten overnight. No gradual transition. No warning beyond the CDC models that had projected another six weeks of temperate weather. The sudden drop caught harvest crews in the fields. Twelve people working to gather the last crops before expected frost. When the temperature crashed, they were three miles from shelter. Daniel led the rescue team. They found eleven people hypothermic but alive. Brought them back. Treated them.

I suddenly opened my eyes and pressed my chest. The sound of my heart pounding exploded in my ears. During my previous life, Until the moment I died, Rick Duncan still had a disgusted look on his face. The memories of my previous life caused my heart to ache. I felt like I was overwhelmed with pain. The laughter of Rick and Jennifer Frost came from downstairs. "Rick, you're so annoying. I can't believe you're not willing to come to the art exhibition with me!"

When Maya finally cornered in front of my apartment, I pushed the door open, exhaustion weighing down every step I took. But the very moment I stepped out, I froze. Standing by the small gate was no one else but Alpha Lucian Frost. "Alpha Frost?" I breathed, surprised. "When did you get–" "As soon as I heard what Kyril pulled," he said simply, his voice quite calm, but edged with quiet fury. "I'm sorry I wasn't there by your side." Before I could even reply, Liam rushed toward him. "Alpha Frost!" he grinned as he fell into Frost's arms. Then he looked up into Frost's face. "Will you be free on Saturday? There's something I wanna show you about my claws. They're really huge!"

He opened his eyes slowly to see me. He stared at me with a furrowed brow, he groaned in pain. He was going through pain. "I apologize for coming here unannounced," I said and he sighed. "I'm Nova Frost, the daughter of Denzel Frost the Alpha of the Snowcap pack who died seven years ago," His eyes widened in shock when I said that. I understand that he was surprised to see Denzel's daughter in his palace. Not just his palace but his room. "Denzel's daughter?" He muttered and I nodded. "How did you get here?" He managed to ask.