First Frost Novel Novels & Stories

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.

The blizzard was the perfect counter against the flying beasts, but he had to hold it as long as he could. Arth folded his wings as the strong wind almost pulled him towards the tornado. The magic circle he had stood in grew colder and colder until frost expanded all over the ground. It ran and spread like a water flow, covering the soil, dust, and rocks with white frost. It caught Arth’s feet also, the frost climbing to his legs. But he felt no pain at all, only numbness ... and comfort from the cold that embraced him. Arth found his hands and arms becoming pale, his vision slowly weaving. It told him he had reached his limits.

Outplanned me. Outlasted me. She had stripped away my wealth. Taken away my future. Locked me outside the gates. And left me to freeze. The wind howled again. Louder this time. Violently shaking the heavy oak door. Somewhere downstairs, ice continued spreading through the mansion like a living creature reclaiming territory. I slowly approached the narrow window. Beyond the frost-covered glass was nothing but darkness. Snow. Wind. Death. A white abyss swallowing the world whole. And somewhere hidden beyond that storm...

Chapter 80 Nora's POV The first frost of the season dusted the city like powdered sugar, turning Skyview’s terrace into a glittering wonderland. I stood outside with a warm shawl wrapped around my shoulders, watching the sunrise paint the glass towers in soft pinks and golds. These quiet mornings had become my favorite ritual… time to breathe, to reflect, to remember how far we had come.

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"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.

She'd loved playing in the snow as a child or just watching it fall, but that was before she started getting the visions. Now, snow, especially the first snow, always filled her with longing and reminders of a sad memory. A memory that was hers, but at the same time, wasn’t. Now the snow which was once her favorite thing ever just made her restless, miserable, and always clouded her with a shroud of deep sadness. Especially the first snow. Scarlett's lips lifted in a tiny grimace as she recalled a day she gave in to the pressure and cried. Though it would’ve been laughable to anyone, there was nothing remotely funny about it to her. Because she was someone with a connection to her past life.

Cold air rips through the chamber, torches bowing in their sconces, every head snapping toward the entrance as if on a single string. Elowen Frost enters without hurry. The wind follows her, wrapping her silver-white hair around her head like a halo of smoke. Her skin is the color of salt, her eyes two chips of glacier, so pale they look almost blind. But there’s nothing she doesn’t see. She walks with her hands behind her back, the long coat trailing, and the silence that comes with her is total—no wolf in the room makes a sound, not even the ones who hate her most.

I wanted to hunt after the patrol, so I asked Falmer to stay with me. I didn’t plan on staying out for long – I felt frostbitten, from the tip of my nose to the tips of my toes. My hands had suffered the worst, though; they felt hard, like unmoving icicles beneath the cotton of my gloves. As the dawn broke across the sky I hoped that the first rays of sun would bring heat with their light, but I remained cold even as they burned in streaks of pink and gold, blazing through the darkness.

In the yard, the family gathered happily around her to cut the birthday cake. "Joy, who gets the first piece of birthday cake?" Hannah held Joy, her eyes full of love. "The first piece goes to Mommy." Joy carried the piece of cake over to Ariel. "Mommy raised me. She worked the hardest! I love Mommy the most!" Looking at the cake in her hands, Ariel's eyes grew red. She reached out and stroked Joy's head. "Thank you, Joy." Pedro smiled and asked, "So Joy, what's your birthday wish this year?"